Today is one of those days when I struggle to function. I don't care about anyone and anything but in the same time I care way too much. I feel tears coming and fighting them. I really got no clue why I am having a bad day. I just do. I woke up like this…
I started writing about five times already. Switch on laptop go to the kitchen and get some water, while there I done the dishes and tidied up. I came back to my writing and remembered the washing machine finished its cycle. Again, stand up, get the laundry and just put them on the drier. Then…
I am bad at talking. I know. It's crazy. Everyone who knows me will say this is the biggest lie ever as I sometimes talk too much. But you see, I talk but not share. I talk every day talk. My daughter's funny new discoveries, our struggle with potty training, looking for schools, incredibly annoying…
My anxiety is spiralling every time I read about the slightest thing that happened to a child and I cannot sleep at night because of it. I can't close my eyes because I am afraid of all those images popping out in my head scaring the shit out of me. I am afraid of my own thoughts and where they can take me.
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