It's been a rough week.
One where I felt about 10 times my actual age.
It's hard to be the "mean" one. The one that says things that people don't want to hear.
But it comes with the territory.
You come from this past where you are so painfully aware of everything you do and the decisions you make. You have over-analyzed every part of you (and so have a lot of professionals). And suddenly you start to see your qualities in other people.
I went to school for psychology. I spent a lot of time in trauma and the aftershock.
And it's nice to be self aware. It's nice to be a good source of advice for a lot of people. But it's also incredibly exhausting. Because no one wants to hear the hard stuff.
So be nice. Listen to those that love you. Chances are they are really just trying to make sure you're ok.
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