There’s a lot of drafts on this site that will never be edited, reread, or posted.
I’m working on not hating myself – or any outward representation of self that I put forth into the world.
I’ve already beaten myself to a pulp over not finishing any of those posts. I don’t have the energy to start that cycle over again.
I tried to write about dysthymia again. I can’t do it. It feels pathetic. I know my life could be worse (thank you therapist #2 for being an ass).
I’m okay and wouldn’t want to worry a reader. The dysthymia has been really bad these dark months, but I’m doing what I can.