Business is going great, but 'great' in my business doesn't really measure up to some fancy career thing. I suppose it could if I wanted that much from it, but I don't. I thought I'd love the recognition and the sense of accomplishment, but they're kind of hollow compared to other people's achievements. I start feeling a little too 'cute' with my nice little business. Like people make fun of me after I leave the room.
I guess my whole life is starting to feel little. Some of it's necessary. Things don't move fast with an almost-three-year-old in tow at all times. And I honestly love that. But will I ever be accepted and appreciated by the grown-ups again? Or did I ever deserve it anyway?
I know I should sit down and list out all the great things in my life, but every time I battle with depression, that list makes it worse. I have so many blessings and so much to be thankful for, and I still get down in the dumps. It makes me feel like an even worse person than if I was depressed and at least had a legitimately lousy life. It's an endless cycle, and I just want to see the end of it someday.




