It's hard to stop a lifetime of negatice self-talk swirling around in your head sometimes. Even when you realize that you are doing the best you can.
I've just been thinking about the kind of person I WAS, and that's not a good thing. Not that I was a serial killer or anything but I was a silly drunk.
It is not productive to dwell in this place. Leaving my office, going home,bubble bath, and old ratty comforter on the couch. Feels like I might cry a bit.
But that's ok too. Good evening to all.
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