Do you know what is incredibly ironic? Most people would feel absolutely happy to have a break from their hectic lives, but here I am, Miserable and hopeless. I realize keeping busy made me forget just how absolutely sad I really am. It's been just a day without having to worry about my responsibilities, and I find myself in tears on my bed. I peel layers and layers of unresolved what-ifs, insecurities, and regrets. What's horrible is that I don't miss work either. I just prefer the lesser pain. Life is objectively saddening.
Sound advice
How can someone expect you to treat others with kindness if you can't treat yourself with kindness?