Sometimes I just feel like I don’t have any control of my emotions.
I’m frequently flipping out. D. too drunk and sick to call = me flipping out. My mother constantly asking questions about school = me flipping out. My dog smelling like a dog and trying to lick my face = me flipping out.
And at the same time I just can’t be happy when things happen to go well for me. My therapist always told me that I was supposed to be happy about the “small things”…instead, I feel nothing.
It’s as if one good thing doesn’t count as long as the rest of my life looks like a heap of shit to me.