A bit of thought on the morning of March 5th
I just feel like sometimes, I can be really harsh on myself for every mistake, for every circumstance that I’m out of control. I recently went to school therapy because I know I need it. Rather than doing something, I spend most of my time sitting and worrying that I ended up barely studying. I don’t want to go to eat at Mather because bad food makes me feel awful. I would rather eat somewhere good because I do think that food brings me joy. I don’t know why it associates me with joy that much but it might be because going to a restaurant or dining out was how my family back then enjoyed time together so I got a lot of peace and joy from doing that. (this was so random) Back again to my therapy story, the thing I learned from my therapist is that I should give myself some time and stop being so harsh on myself. I realized today that I miss the chance of being a Research Assistant that would get paid and I was so angry at myself. I wish I started earlier, and I felt so down for the past...