As I mentioned in my earlier post, I was having a really bad day yesterday. It is not something you might usually write about and share with other people like this but I feel like it is part of life and nothing to be ashamed of. We cannot always have perfect days. It it was perfect all the time, how would we ever acknowledge the good times if there weren’t any bad?
I am usually an optimistic person but we cannot always be.
I have been stressing about and worrying about different things in my life and yesterday I reached my breaking point. That point where you feel like everything is wrong and you just cannot find anything positive to turn your mood around. Yes there were tears. And Jamie being the amazing guy that he is, tried to make me feel better, which he really did. Don’t know what I would do without him.
Eventually I felt better but sometimes all you really need is a good cry and someone holding your hand while you do it. Then you can pick up the pieces and move on. I think it is important to ventilate in someway, otherwise you go crazy with those locked up emotions.
Exercise is what made me feel better and made me carry on for this long without breaking down earlier this week. It will all be better now I hope. I am a worrier, it runs in my family. You learn to cope with it 🙂