July 16th, 2020

I’m unhappy, sort of. I mean really my life is great and there is so much happiness around me. But still when I am alone in my room, I’m unhappy. It’s because I’m unhappy with myself. I am not engaging in anything that brings me life. Like running, cooking, listening to podcasts, spending quality time playing with my daughter.

I’m still doing things that I know are not serving me. Like smoking, both weed and cigarettes. Eating unhealthy, or barely eating at all. Drinking everyday. Ingesting too much social media and TV. I feel unmotivated.

If I’m not doing something of value, I feel unlovable.