I’m frustrated by my OCD. The fact that I’m taking so many medications, and that without them I am bat-shit crazy.
I’m frustrated that it is nearly impossible for me to write in a journal because I can’t stand it if my writing, and spacing, and spelling isn’t just so.
I’m frustrated that I can’t be a mother and I don’t understand God’s plan for me. I don’t understand why drug addicts and abusers can have child after child and I cannot have even one.
I’m frustrated waiting for this job. I want to start and I hate that it’s taking so long.
I’m frustrated with my marriage because it feels as though we’ve entered a rut and we’re trying to figure out how to get out of it.
I’m frustrated with bills, and tasks, and the monotony of the day to day.
I’m frustrated with my office because it isn’t quite how I’d like it to be yet.
I’m frustrated with technology and social meeting, and these images we all portray online that make me feel like shit. I want real, raw, unedited, sloppy, messy life!
And lastly, did I mention, I’m frustrated?
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