I know this. And I’m trying not to feel sorry for myself.
But I am failing.
I am also trying to reframe the narrative and count my blessings etc.
Failing at that too.
There are a handful of things that can trigger a sizable wave of self-pity that washes over me, leaves a big puddle at my feet, that I then sit down and wallow in.
One of those things is my parents visiting.
Hoo boy, I’m going to get super vulnerable here and hope I don’t regret it.