But I’ll do it anyway. Or at least something that resembles writing.

I’m very tired and I have a week of medical testing coming up. Yays. I’m actually kinda looking forward to some of it, which is weird. Not the needles, though. I’m not afraid of needles, just not fond of them. The uncomfortable feeling and the pain is fine, I’m just not fond of them. Especially the automated injection during an MRI.

I’ve been thinking about my struggle to show myself love and kindness. It isn’t easy when I’m depressed as I have been this past week. Even without the depression, I’ve noticed that people generally have a hard time being kind to themselves or accepting kindness from others. Yanno? It’s hard to be nice to yourself, but we should try to love ourselves as much as anyone else.

I don’t know what I’m saying, that probably didn’t make any sense at all. I’m so tired and sleepy. Have a good night, friends.

M3