I'm gaining weight.
I'm not writing a great eulogy for my dad (that he could read before he dies).
I'm feeling guilty about not being at work.
I'm not getting buff.
I'm not figuring out how to support my family during this horrible time.
I haven't found a place to stay.
I'm not going to OA meetings or listening to podcasts.
I'm not writing when I have "feelings" (if I did all I would do is write)
I'm mean to my mom sometimes
I don't always want to talk to my sister when she calls.
I can't decide whether to use periods or not in this post.
I'm not rising to greatness in this darkest hour.
I'm not getting enough sleep.
I'm starting to slip into old "put Francesca first" habits.
I'm just feeling like I suck and I don't know what to do about it.
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