I look at the photo from yesterday, and it's like a different person to the one that's here today. I like to think that the one yesterday is the 'real' me - pretty happy, upbeat, enjoying being busy, optimistic, willing to try new things and keen to encourage others to do the same. A bit of a Pollyanna.
She hasn't been around much for the past week or so. It's been rough, but yesterday I was getting on top of it all. And then it came crashing down again today. I don't much like this one - she's angry, prone to tears, full of snarkiness, intolerant, and unable to organise her way out of a wet paper bag. She can't concentrate on anything, and she doesn't really like her life a whole lot. She spends far too much time thinking about breaking things, and she's not at all competent to fulfil her roles as wife and mother (and all the other roles, but she gets a big FAIL in those two especially).
And I hope she's gone by morning.
(Okay - so now I sound like a complete freak. I don't normally refer to myself in the third person, but I prefer to think that SHE isn't me. I can still act like the Pollyanna me, so you don't need to run screaming if you see me in the street. But this is about me, and she is part of me, so she belongs here too.)
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