Sitting here, in my car passenger seat, waiting for my signature espresso drink, I’m full of self-hatred.
I’ve let just about all of Facebook and social media know that I struggle with mental health issues, along with friends, family, etc. Although they know I struggle, I assume they also see me as a functioning adult who inspires others to be more open about their mental health and stability.
Most days, I understand that helping and inspiring others who struggle with what I do is a gift. It’s enlightening to see people blossom!
Today though, I need to be one of those I help. I need assistance; I need someone like me to listen or to take the place of a caregiver I never had and am still grieving over. I need someone to soothe me. (Even though I know only I can do and am responsible for that.)
I’ve had a lot of validation in my short life that confirms I am too much.
Today, it really feels like I am.