I started my day with a stressful situation (the details are boring), followed by rushing off to work. Enter: bad mood. (It happens… maybe more than usual, lately.) It drained me throughout the day, so by the time I got home from work I didn’t have the energy to be negative anymore.
I took a deep breath & declared to my partner that I was not going to wallow in self-pity and that overall, I think, in spite of a lot going wrong lately, and a lot of stress, (cue Tom Petty’s I Won’t Back Down) I have done a really good job of trying to stay positive, rise above, and be productive.
Then I waited for him to say something reassuring to me about how, yeah, I have been handling it all pretty well and things will turn around for me soon.
But he didn’t say that.
He reminded me that no matter how much I ramble on about rising above all the struggle, I’m getting in my own way lately. And not believing my own positivity. And I should probably stop that. Sometimes, when I’m really struggling, I forget that even though a lot of it is out of my control, some of it still is.
He also reminded me I can get through this and there will be better times again.