The end of the first month. It
started fine—I should say, but I started to feel bad from being all
self-reflective and comparing myself to others. As I kept pondering, I felt
bad. It felt as if it was perpetually getting worse.
However, I tried to sleep and
exercise more and tried my best to control my diet. It worked at days and when I
took care of myself I felt a lot better and more driven.
It’s an ongoing thing, this
battle. For now, I just have to keep healthy and keep on moving forward.
As I said to you before, no one
is going to help you. I am saying this
as a figure of speech btw.
p.s. I’ve written wayyy more than
I did the last year. This is a good thing. I talk and whine to myself and this
could be a form of therapy of sort. Anything, that helps.
