Back to feeling pretty low and miserable.
Not so much hating myself, as hating my life -
which makes a nice change from how I was 18 years ago - and the fact that I can't seem to do anything without my mother offering up her toxic, negative, discouraging perspective. Does'nae exactly help that, every frickin' time I call her out for doing that, she either laughs at me; or makes me feel guilty for making my own decisions by making it all about her. The latter of those seems to be a recurring theme in my life:
constantly having to justify my decisions to my family after I've just got done explaining the reasons behind them.
Sadly for me, the only time I ever feel in control of my life is when I'm sat with a guitar across my lap, headphones on, recording a riff idea or working out how to play the guitar parts of a song I like.
I know, I shouldn't put such a negative spin on something like that, since makes me happy - and it's the time I feel confident and anxiety free. But, it's quite depressing in comparison with the other aspects of my life where I feel... I guess, powerless would be one way of describing it.