And how are you supposed to do that? I wonder.
“pay attention to your emotional reactions without necessarily acting on your feeling”
Went to bed depressed, woke up lost in sea of anger, resentment and complete existential angst.
And one of us will die first.
These confessionals yield nothing substantial, and yet, sometimes, just knowing that you read them is all I need to breathe a bit more.
Does that make sense?
Is it a voice completely alone on the mountaintop that I hear and cannot get out of my head?
Am I alone?
I don’t ever really know.
It would be much easier, if so.