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Dear Me, F*ck You
If you don’t like the eff word, this is not for you
I hit a low point recently and felt like I was being swallowed up by defeat, shame, and worthlessness. I’ve been here before and it’s not pretty. My business crash in October 2020 had me curled up in a ball wishing the earth would stop revolving and please let me off.
I’m so tired.
I’m not getting any younger. I was starting to feel completely hopeless and done. So done. With everything. I wondered how much more I could take and how much more I would have to put up with in this thing called life.
Life is exhausting.
Getting older is exhausting. You always think time is running out and then you voluntarily put yourself in a state of anxiety and panic because you think you need to hurry.
Hurry for what, no one really knows.
I wrote myself a letter
My go-to trick for healing my own pain is to always write a truth letter, but normally they are addressed to someone from my past who hurt me.
This time it was addressed to me.
I needed to remind myself that no matter what life throws at me, I can handle it. I needed to remind myself…
