Last week:
I feel broken but, somehow am pulling parts of life off. I need to make plans for when I can't plan. Then bad days will be easier because, I'll have backups.
Music used to push out the ruminating thoughts. Then they came anyway.
I opted for silence and guess who's back. The belief that I am broken to the core.
For someone so broken then how do I do so much? Too much? Not for others, unbroken. But, it's still not enough. It never feels like enough. Not trying hard enough. Not being good enough.
Today:
I now wonder if constantly going was a survival tactic. If I'm busy then I feel safe? I'm not sure but, it may be connected.
I feel broken but, somehow am pulling parts of life off. I need to make plans for when I can't plan. Then bad days will be easier because, I'll have backups.
Music used to push out the ruminating thoughts. Then they came anyway.
I opted for silence and guess who's back. The belief that I am broken to the core.
For someone so broken then how do I do so much? Too much? Not for others, unbroken. But, it's still not enough. It never feels like enough. Not trying hard enough. Not being good enough.
Today:
I now wonder if constantly going was a survival tactic. If I'm busy then I feel safe? I'm not sure but, it may be connected.