I have a little problem admitting that sometimes I need help. People ask me if I am doing ok and just because I don’t want to be a bother or to depress them or just because I am ashamed, I say that I am “Doing ok” or “fine” when I am not. Whether I hid my problems, I don’t know because I can’t look at myself.
Most of the time, I have been ok. Just floating along the middle of the road, not happy, not sad. Lately I am struggling. This weekend was just a symptom. I had stuff to do, like get some hard food for his highness, Boots, and I ignored it.) I had to force myself into the shower.
I know things have been stressful over the last few weeks and I never cut myself some slack, but I have to stop this downward slid now and get back on two feet. I did get out on a walk on my lunch break and enjoyed being out in the sun. It felt good.
Tomorrow is a new day.