Maybe it was this picture that was posted of our family when I was 13 or 14. Maybe it was the lack of sleep and sickness that drained my physical body. Maybe it was the stars or the moon. I don’t know what it was, but this week was a tough one for me personally, especially my self esteem.
I spent most of every day this week trying to hold back tears, unexplainably. I had kids throwing fits as I’m dragging them out of public situations. The “failures” for me outnumbered the successes. My New Year’s Resolution was “to not be so hard on myself”, and it all came crashing down this week. I know I will get through it, but for now I feel insecure and low on energy.
So there will be no story this week, no poem. I am taking a mental health week to get back on track.
This picture was taken shortly after my big lesson when I was allowed to wear “normal” clothes again. A few months before this photo was taken I was stood up in front of the whole school with another girl. Pastor W asked the school who they thought was prettier, her or me. Everyone said her. That incident was a major hit to my self esteem.