I don’t know where the purpose of my life is. I looked where I last saw it and it isn’t there anymore. It’s like losing your keychain. All I can do is hope I forgot it somewhere at home because I sure can’t go outside without it. I wanna find joy in things again, and it is so difficult to get you shit together when everything feels so meaningless.
The more I look for the keys the more I fear I lost them for good. Which makes me not wanna search for them at all and just distract myself with random stuff. I think that describes my situation quite well.
Anyway I’m sad. But I hope you all are doing okay!
Oh man, I am not alone! You just described my experience so well. Micro shames. It’s the perfect term. I am so hard on myself for almost everything I say. I try to tell myself that almost certainly no one gives a second thought to anything I have said in a given time frame. But still I sit here and judge and dwell on my micro shames.