I think I feel like that just in general: left out and/or forgotten. Not consequential enough to be remembered unless/until someone needs something from me.
I had posted on Instagram that I feel like the dying cactus sitting on my windowsill at work: shriveled up, dried up, and prickly; that I feel like a big, fat fraud failing at this "grown up" gig; that some days it feels like only the dog is happy to see me (and then, yes, I hash tagged it with #emo because for the love of CHEESE, woman).
I've been trying to be mindful of the fact that it's a warning week and clinging to the hope that this, too, shall pass, but it feels like it keeps cycling back on me over and over. I don't like that feeling.
- Work shit - there are days I feel overworked and under-appreciated
- Landlord shit - ugh
- Money shit - double ugh
- Break ALLLLL THE THINGS!
- My shitty feet (not literally)
- Worries and fears and all the feels
- Frumpy and dumpy