I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t love me. How could I? How could anyone?
My therapist gave me the assignment of listing things I love about myself. I’m finding that incredibly difficult. What about me is there to love?
My sister is going through a terrible ordeal that I won’t describe, but it’s keeping me awake. My mind is racing.
The ordeal inspired me to look up my situation on the state court system for funsies. The situation has children and large amounts of debt. So there is that…
I’m moving on.
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