Oh. My. Gravy.
I feel? Like I fail at life.
This week has kicked the fattest part of my ass and won't stop kicking.
I'm going to be okay. I know this. I know this is temporary. I know that things will get better. Things have been worse than this and they've gotten better.
I've been here before. The anxiety. The panic attacks. The three hours of sleep every night. I've been there and done that.
I know I don't really fail at life. I know I actually pretty much kick ass.
But right now I feel like I fail.
I hate it.