I can find a hundred reasons to tell myself I'm failing. I'm not a good enough mom. I lose my temper. The house isn't clean enough. I don't have enough sex. I'm not a good wife. No one liked the dinner you made. You're too fat. Your hair is disgusting. You're boring. Not funny. Not interesting. You don't have friends. Invisible.
Some days it feels like I'm just holding back tears all day. I actually wish I could cry but the tears never fall. Instead I end up feeling angry about something and more than likely yelling about something.
failure.
failure.
failure.
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