I’m a bit wishy-washy. I lack the patience to really work with people. I am grateful today and get carried away in a flight of goodwill, which is not real.
It’s just not my role. I think usually that role goes to the women of the world. Oftentimes I used that to elevate my mood, and that worked a long time.
When I make headway from my illness I feel grateful to be released from hell once again and get carried away with goodwill.
Can you relate? Any suggestions on what to do? If I go up it’s bad and I know about going down. I’m stuck in limbo bewildered about what to do.