I’ve been feeling depressed lately. I easily get irritated even with little things. It’s not the time of the month yet, but here I am, grouchy.
I’m trying to look back why I’m feeling this way and I’m trying to understand my mood swings.
In retrospect, I found myself exhausted. Perhaps I’m tired of making people happy. Or maybe I’m tired of holding on to the balance.
I deny (perhaps) that I am hurting. I hate being in the middle, trying to connect people, bridging gaps, but ended up left out. Sad, but it’s the truth.
So what’s next, then? Nothing. Maybe they don’t realize they’re hurting me. I’ll just continue to hustle hard, and love those people who are constantly concerned about me.