I'm such a freakin' positive person, I won't even let myself get depressed. I'm having a shitty day...just down about no money, no job, roof caved in...blah blah blah.
But every time I start thinking how bad it sucks, my head or heart or whatever starts reminding me of how bad it really isn't.
I'm almost 40, and I really thought I'd be "better" by now. I thought I'd be accomplished or something.
Yet, here I am, unemployed and overwhelmed and trying to be depressed about it...and hope won't let me.
I guess it's a good thing.
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