I keep beating myself up that I'm not over it...then I remember that it has literally only been 72 hours, and I'm gonna need longer than that.
It feels like so much longer.
And I beat myself up on occasion because—idk, I feel guilty about reacting not hard enough...then I remember that it has literally only been 72 hours, and it's gonna catch up with me.
It's at this point that I'm glad for the special teddy bear that my fiance got me. Between the broken foot, a markéd increase in the number of fights/spats that me and the bae have been having, and now this, the little dear bear has helped me get to the end of a lot of crying jags.
And this is that time of year, so sometimes I can't even answer the question "What is it now?" with anything other than "I don't know"—or, you know, just sad noises.
I'm actually glad my fiance's at work during the daylight hours...he'd be worried sick. I don't usually have extreme reactions to things, but now it's like I'm raw flesh and someone decided to salt me.
And I can tell my flat affect is starting to crack.
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Date: 2022-10-19 03:52 am (UTC)I keep beating myself up that I'm not over it...then I remember that it has literally only been 72 hours, and I'm gonna need longer than that.
It feels like so much longer.
And I beat myself up on occasion because—idk, I feel guilty about reacting not hard enough...then I remember that it has literally only been 72 hours, and it's gonna catch up with me.
It's at this point that I'm glad for the special teddy bear that my fiance got me. Between the broken foot, a markéd increase in the number of fights/spats that me and the bae have been having, and now this, the little dear bear has helped me get to the end of a lot of crying jags.
And this is that time of year, so sometimes I can't even answer the question "What is it now?" with anything other than "I don't know"—or, you know, just sad noises.
I'm actually glad my fiance's at work during the daylight hours...he'd be worried sick. I don't usually have extreme reactions to things, but now it's like I'm raw flesh and someone decided to salt me.
And I can tell my flat affect is starting to crack.