The past handful of days I have felt off.
I have my blue moments just like most people.
For some reason I have had a few more shades of blue in the last few days.
Logically, I want to believe that it is just depression over the fact that this was the first Valentine's day since my divorce.
I don't like to think that I am that weak.
I hate myself when I am weak.
I hate my illness for making me physically weak and I fight it by going to the gym and trying to rebuild the muscle that has atrophied.
I hate it when my hands start trembling for no apparent reason.
I hate feeling/being weak.
I hate feeling like a failure.
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