And so this begins...the next installment of the crazy life of Britt, the bipolar teller. I go days and days on being a crazy manic woman and then swoosh depression hits like a freight train. Its horrid. I have had the worst couple of weeks.
I have made mistakes that I would have never thought I would allow to happen. I have had someone seem to actually care about me but then the minute they did not get their way they threw a hissy fit convinced me that I am not worth it and that he couldnt believe he wasted his time on me. Wow what a way to make a girl feel fan freaking tastic about herself.
I feel like I have been ran over a bus like 18 times. I really would love to just escape. I have people in my life that are trying to convince me other wise but my heart is just not hearing it. My head is beginnng to hear what they are saying but actually believing it is an entirely different story. At least one of the people involved has tried to right the wrong in this. Its a nice feeling. But none the less I feel so helpless in this that its pretty ridiculous.
I keep being told that I am worth it and God loves me...but it is not processing in my head. I have been burned so much in the last two weeks that it kills me to try to understand that My God truly does believe that I am worth it. I know he loves me...but believing it and showing that I believe it are extremely hard...
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