pity party

[falcongrrl]

A friend referred me to their friend's journal, thinking that I would have something to say about the writer's problem, which was that he didn't like himself. I of course did have plenty to say. Lots of good advice.

Only tonight, I don't like myself much either. And I'll be damned if I know what to do about it.

Maybe I should call my therapist in the morning. Maybe I need a touch-up. I'm tired of these dips, tired of struggling. Though I doubt an hour in someone's office, even someone as wise and as caring as my counselor, is going to cure this.