Lately, I’ve been full of anger again. I was doing well for a while, but some people really know how to push my buttons. Add the current political climate into the mix and it’s no wonder I’m spiraling. I know I should be exercising or doing something healthy to release all this frustration, but instead, I’ve been numbing out with TV, mobile games, food, alcohol, and sleep.
One thing that consistently grinds my gears: when people ask for my opinion or recommendations, only to dismiss them. You don’t have to ask to be polite—just don’t involve me if you don’t actually care. I’m done wasting my time. From now on, if I’m asked, I’ll just say, “I don’t know.” Not because I don’t have thoughts, but because I’m tired of having them ignored.
Maybe part of this is homesickness. Seattle grounds me. Even in the middle of the city, I feel connected to something real and rooted. Time with my sister here has been healing in ways I didn’t realize I needed. I wish we lived closer. I miss my husband, too. I know it’s hard on him, me being away this long. I just wish he were here to experience this place with me.
I don’t have much more to say. I’m just… mad. And maybe that’s okay for now.
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