Everything goes so good, and then everything goes so bad. I’m tired of this merry-go-round.
It started with a great dream, then a great day, then a great flight to Minneapolis, then a great lunch with a great friend.
Why, then, must everything go to hell? I feel like I’m barely holding it together. The only thing that’s preventing me from curling into the fetal position is the fact I’m sitting in the middle of an airport.
Time to recite the “I am okay” mantra.
I am okay. I am tired. I am grieving. I am frustrated. I am depressed. I am lonely.
It is okay to be tired. It is okay to be grieving. It is okay to be frustrated. It is okay to be depressed. It is okay to be lonely, and because I am all of these things, I am okay.