Today has been a rough day. I am getting some feedback from my story the other day that makes me worry. I cried, driving into work because I am scared and worried that I shouldn’t have shared my story with anyone. Should I have kept it as a secret? I do work with some of my friends; they are also aware of my story. I felt like the people that I work with, and I am close to understands my background. This should make things a little better since there are days that I am quite and don’t want to talk to anyone. Days where I am loud and crazy. Days where I look exhausted, and I feel and probably look like I want to cry. Well, today is one of the days where I look exhausted, and I want to cry.
I can’t feel the pain of feeling like someone is talking about me because I am different than the rest. Because I sit in silence and look horrible. I try to get up and do my hair, but it’s a struggle. I buy makeup to put on, but I don’t know how to do my makeup besides mascara and eyeliner to an extent, so it sits in my car and goes bad. I guess I can give my self an A for trying. I wish I could figure out to be satisfied with my life and not care what people think. As much as I show, I am brave and don’t give a crap about anyone or anything; I do care what people think of me. I worry at work, especially since I basically run one account on my own with the help of my boss when I need him. I don’t want to screw anything up. I don’t want to fail at something I love to do. I am scared to become a failure at my job because if I fail at my job ill fail at my life because I am damn good at what I do. Also, if I fail at my job, I fail at being the best mother to my three boys that are 22,20, and 4. I may not be the birth mother of my oldest two but I am sure going to be there for them until they are old. I will treat them like they are my own. I don’t want to fail for them. They have had a rough life, and I want to make sure it gets better for them. So when my days are like today, I need extra support I need to know I am doing the best I can. They only way I can get this support is to talk about my fear of talking to the people that know my story and trust the people that in my corner no matter what. I am trying to push through better self-esteem for myself, but it’s hard when all you think about was the past when you were told you basically weren’t good enough for anyone. People might look at my story and say I am making excuses for my self making excuses to feel this way at work at home really anywhere. I am not. I am trying the best I can to get through the mental issues I have. I will say though I am not alone on this journey to happiness, and I thank god every day for the people that are sticking by me when I go quote for days at a time when I do call or text anyone. I am lucky that they understand this is just a rough road for me since I was little.