Tonight I am feeling especially inadequate.
I am nothing, a no one.
No one to talk to, no one who’ll listen.
Alone and deflated.
My work goes unnoticed, my youth is fading away. I take selfies to remind myself I’m not ugly.
I disgust myself if I eat too much.
My body aches. My mind is tired.
Mr Anxiety is with me today, as are the several giants, the cloud of doubt and fear and worthlessnes. Tonight they overwhelm me.
And I will surely cry.