In a moment of self-hate last night, I told my husband how sick and tired I was with myself and my “stupid brain”. I told him how tired I was of trying to keep things together when I know that I don’t have it together.
He expressed that he still loves me regardless and all I could say in return was, “At least someone does. I know I don’t (love me)”.
It must just be the stresses of the end of semester when all deadlines pile up on top of each other and big projects are due while test and exams are administered.
I sure am tired of my own negativity though. That part is quite true. I know I shouldn’t ruminate but man, it’s so hard.
Perhaps I just need some prayers or positive vibes from you nice folks who stop by here.