It’s okay to not be okay sometimes… right?
Is it selfish?
I am overwhelmed, disappointed, empty.
Overwhelmed by the lacking in my life. The things I want that I won’t even reach for. The things I won’t ever have. The somethings that are my nothings.
Disappointed in the loss I’ve allowed. Loss of things, people, betterment, joy, strength, rightness. Discouraged.
Emptied by tears.
Overwhelmed, disappointed, empty.
Ready to begin tomorrow.
This is a more personal, a more written-in-a-journal type of, entry. But I find the sharing of raw, unjustified discouragement healthy… encouraging.
Though regrettable in the sunlight of tomorrow, I’m sure.
I think I just need sleep.