I confess...
...that I'm tired of being tired, and really truly wish I could sleep for more than 5 or 6 hours a night...even on weekends or vacation.
...that I'm surprisingly easy to please, even when it doesn't seem like it.
...that every once in a while I truly
need my wants and needs to come first.
...that feeling like "the outsider" will push my buttons faster than anything else.
...that my illness is worse than I let on to virtually everyone, because I don't like to appear weak. But the truth is that I just vacuumed the house...and I'm dripping sweat and feel sick from just that little bit.
...that sometimes I wish people could read my mind...which is okay. But sometimes I act like they can, and get upset when they don't...and that isn't.
...that I am really upset that my son will be leaving a week from tomorrow...and that I won't see him for 5-1/2 weeks.
