I was just doing a little bit of adulting, folding laundry that has been sitting in the dryer for three days, when a thought occurred to me…
I’m not sorry for being me.
Why should I be sorry?
I realized that I tend to over think situations and even my own feelings. When this over thinking happens I succumb to a darker depression and become unbearable. I tune everything out and shutdown. Nothing, at this point, can snap me out of it. It runs its course and pushing everyone and everything aside.
During this time, especially if I am in a relationship, all I tend to do is apologize. Apologize for something I can’t control. I apologize for being me.