I wish I could say that days like today are rare, but to be completely honest with myself I know that I function under a constant state of frustration and disappointment. I can’t remember the last time I was confident in the person I would become. Or loved the person that I am now. This sadness is pervasive, never completely gone, always hovering at the edges of my consciousness. When did it appear? More importantly, when will it go away?
I’m exhausted and tired of trying. This won’t defeat me, but sometimes I need a moment to cry. Then cry some more.