Lately I have been in a fog. Actually, it’s more like a funk. Just a strange mixture of emotions, moments of sheer of blah-ness. I try to be upbeat, fun and at least pretend to be happy-go-lucky. 719 more words
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Self-pity has a bad rap.
When people confess to me in therapy, “I had a pity party last week,” they’re usually embarrassed about it.
They look as if they’re admitting they made a mean face at a baby or threw a plastic cup on the freeway shoulder. 175 more words