Murky Monday

It's Tuesday. Yesterday was Monday. Murky Monday. But on the bright side of things, I did get to finally visit the beach. Which was beautiful, as always. With company. Which meant I had to get my shit together before I got there. And it has definitely not been together for a while. I was still taking deep breaths when I was parking the car. Counting to ten and all that. Because this person has the strange ability to say things that seem completely innocuous until they enter my ear canal and get transformed into the most painful series of sounds one can imagine. And there's no one that could understand, or at least no one I can talk to about it.

Sometimes are immediately hurtful, like yesterday, while other things take a while to incubate and be considered. I feel like my problems are significant, but am told other things are bigger. More important. More impactful. Which makes me feel stupid and all sorts of other things because my issue is something I'm STILL having a hard time with, even though I'm apparently the only one. I thought it was huge. Life changing. Something that will always be with me whether I like it or not. But it's been regarded on the same scale as a broken fingernail or a cloudy day and that is not making me feel better.