I was gonna go write in my little journal where I haven’t written since July for obvious reasons but I thought why not writing here….
I’ve been thinking a lot about this past year and how fast is going and how I wished, for the billion time, that this would have been my year.
Yes, I know. The year is not finished yet but when I reach a bit of happiness, I feel like I am gonna auto-sabotage myself.
A few weeks ago, I thought I reached some kind of stability in my life, in my mental health but nope. Of course, I haven’t.
I have decided a week ago to delete every single social media that I have, why? Because the story is simple, I am tired of seeing people amazing “fake” life while I am, yet again, in another struggle with the not highlight of my life to show. (Apart from food and binge-watching TV-shows)
But at the end of the day, I have at least stopped waiting for people to fix my life, that’s why I am struggling more than ever cause I force and push myself to the max and this sometimes tears me apart.
I don’t know what it’s gonna happen next, I just know that I am getting tired of life kicking my ass every single damn time.