Wow.
Remedy for not feeling like shit all the time anymore:
Step One: Feel like shit for a myriad reasons for an extended period of time. Make sure you doubt yourself, your own values and core, and your general life principles whenever dickwads treat you like shit on the job or someone you care about is just plain different from you in some way.
Step Two: Feel so uncomfortable in your own skin that instead of voicing your insecurities to, say, said person you care about (maybe, like, the one your living with, or something . . .), you just hate yourself a lot and cry a lot, and wait for things to magically get better via you"snapping out of it" and changing in some way you really don't think possible.
Step Three: Throw all that out the window, try to realize your just a human being and at the same time not "just" anything, but potentially a potent force in the universe, and tell people flat out that you want your goddamn birthday to be remembered and you want to touched and hugged and that you're sick of feeling like shit because of aforementioned dickwad bosses.
Step Four: Continue on with life making a conscious effort not just to be happy, not just to be "yourself," but to be, wait for it, here it comes, happy being yourself.
The End, Love Liz
So aside from some sort of stomach bug that left me puking my brains out at work last night and the night before (soooooooooooo drained in the mornings; I come home and pee and pass out and Phillip says g'mornin or something and none of it seems like reality. I feel like I've smoked myself up good and dosed on Dex every morning cuz my head feels so big and stuffy (it doesn't like being hung over a toilet any more than I like it being hung over a toilet) and that sucks. But in about four minutes I'm going home to catch s'more of that precious sleep stuff and hopefully that'll do the trick . . .) I've had a really nice past two 'n a half days. And nice is the right word; nice as in relaxing, soothing, comforted. I know this is dumb, but as soon as I don't feel under the weather and start working out some, I know I'm gonna feel a little bit more content with myself, too. But for now, I'm so grateful to just lie in bed and be cuddled or be sleeping or both, and pop echinacea and C like I was born to, and look at our Christmas tree and just be content. :D
Step One: Feel like shit for a myriad reasons for an extended period of time. Make sure you doubt yourself, your own values and core, and your general life principles whenever dickwads treat you like shit on the job or someone you care about is just plain different from you in some way.
Step Two: Feel so uncomfortable in your own skin that instead of voicing your insecurities to, say, said person you care about (maybe, like, the one your living with, or something . . .), you just hate yourself a lot and cry a lot, and wait for things to magically get better via you"snapping out of it" and changing in some way you really don't think possible.
Step Three: Throw all that out the window, try to realize your just a human being and at the same time not "just" anything, but potentially a potent force in the universe, and tell people flat out that you want your goddamn birthday to be remembered and you want to touched and hugged and that you're sick of feeling like shit because of aforementioned dickwad bosses.
Step Four: Continue on with life making a conscious effort not just to be happy, not just to be "yourself," but to be, wait for it, here it comes, happy being yourself.
The End, Love Liz
So aside from some sort of stomach bug that left me puking my brains out at work last night and the night before (soooooooooooo drained in the mornings; I come home and pee and pass out and Phillip says g'mornin or something and none of it seems like reality. I feel like I've smoked myself up good and dosed on Dex every morning cuz my head feels so big and stuffy (it doesn't like being hung over a toilet any more than I like it being hung over a toilet) and that sucks. But in about four minutes I'm going home to catch s'more of that precious sleep stuff and hopefully that'll do the trick . . .) I've had a really nice past two 'n a half days. And nice is the right word; nice as in relaxing, soothing, comforted. I know this is dumb, but as soon as I don't feel under the weather and start working out some, I know I'm gonna feel a little bit more content with myself, too. But for now, I'm so grateful to just lie in bed and be cuddled or be sleeping or both, and pop echinacea and C like I was born to, and look at our Christmas tree and just be content. :D