I have a confession to make: I have not been myself lately.
In fact, sometimes I have even likened myself to a monster.
Over a month with allergy eyes will do that to you. Suddenly, you start to not want to be in pictures and become convinced others don’t want you in theirs thanks to your red eyes. And then you put more thoughts in your head–you’re not desirable, you’re a reject, you’re never going to get better. And on and on.
And for the most part, it stays in your head. But then there comes a point where it reaches the surface and you start acting as ugly as you feel. And there’s nothing more alienating than that.
But I’m not a monster. And I need to tell myself that. And I need to start believing it again.
I’m working on it, I promise.