It’s really hard for me to know what’s genuine and what’s, you know, milking it a bit. I think it’s because I’m in my own head a lot of time time, and it’s hard sometimes to get out of it.
It’s been busy at work, and tragedy on the personal front, so sleep has been rough. It’s hard for me to really get back through my own head. Do I need the sleep, or am I opting for a bit of slack? Am I really that stressed and sad, or do I just like goofing around in the middle of the night?
I think I need to be kind to myself… but then I worry that I’m being too kind to myself.