Yesterday was rough. Last night was even rougher. I am beginning to realize that I need to be more patient with myself. I set my standards too high expect too much.
I am uncomfortable in my skin but anyone in my position would feel the same way. I forget that it’s ok to have days when nothing feels right. And even feeling the “not right” feeling is progress.
Laying on my fuzzy carpet is the only thing I can think about right now. It is going to be okay because we aren’t truly alone it just really feels that way.
This morning when I woke up the youngest child I babysit for school we realized how important it is sometimes to listen to the rain.
Both physical and mental rain. I keep getting deeper and deeper into this healing thing and it is scary and uncomfortable. Last time I experience similar things I was numb and lifeless. Feeling the rain is okay.