So here I am. Another typical day. Nothing new or exciting. Just sort of existing. What’s so bad about that? I have everything I want or I could possibly need. Why the misery? Why do I feel like a little piece of my is dying every day. Because people shouldn’t live like this.
They shouldn’t stay in bed all day and play on the internet. That’s not normal. I have bad acid reflux, cause I’m fat too. Every day I am battling with my stomach. Nexium has bad side effects although I am glad the pills aren’t $600 anymore. That was a bit excessive. So here I am feeling sorry for myself. Pretty pathetic huh? I think so.
Something has to change. I don’t know what though. My therapist says the brain is our worst enemy. Everytime we suggest change, it resists. It likes comfort. I am definitely comfortable. I need to be stimulated somehow. Move woman move! I can feel myself inside screaming. Spiraling down deeper and deeper into my depression. Where is my ray of hope? This situation won’t be like this forever. I know it won’t. It can’t be. I won’t let it defeat me. I won’t.
Love. Self appreciation. What a difficult concept. Can it be done? We shall see.