I haven’t vented in a while. And sometimes we need to let shit out. Just because I’m venting doesn’t mean I’m in a dark place. I’m super grateful for my life. This is about self expression and letting yourself feel. That’s how we let shit go, by allowing ourselves to feel. I didn’t sleep well last night so this is how I feel today. And it’s okay. Every time I write My Fucking Feelings I get concerned emails which is sweet AF but I do this because I think everyone should. Less about the content. So here goes my lid. I’m tried. Tried of not sleeping consistently. Tired of the same coffee shops. My little bubble I live in. Tired of talking. Tired of people not talking. I’m tired of wanting. Im tired of the same conversations with my parents. My dreams feel like they’re in syndication and I’m watching the reruns at 3am. I’m tired of the same dates. The same thoughts. The same playlists, the same Fleetwood Mac songs as I lie in bed with my hands folded across my chest like I’m in a coffin. Radiohead sound like elevator music these days. Night walks with my feet on tracks. Feeling nauseous in the morning like I’m pregnant. That would be fucking amazing if I was pregnant! Tired of having weird thoughts like that. But at the same time, I don’t want some crazy adventure. I’ve already done my Eat Love Pray. Not interested in another Hero’s Journey. Tried of slaying dragons, I want to ride one now. I don’t need another man trip. I feel like I need a new drug but I don’t know what that is.
Sometimes we get to a place where we really don’t feel like we have anything to prove anymore. We’re being carried by the current of our lives. We’ve let go of the rock. It’s an interesting feeling. At first, relief, then calm, where you notice things you haven’t before, feel the water, see the sky. It’s still there. Your fears are sleeping like children in the next room. #awriterslife #theangrytherapist
You should write your Fucking Feelings and tag me.