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Low Dopamine Days

February 19, 2016

Today is like any other day. Except, today I do not want to eat. I want to curl up in a ball, cry and never come out. Today is a low day for me. Today my brain decided that it didn't want to make enough dopamine. So no matter how hard I try, it will be almost impossible for me to be happy and smiley.

I hate these days.

It's days like today where I question everything. What am I doing with my life? Why am I here? Why do I have the flaws that I do? Why am I not good enough? So many questions and no answers.

I look at the semicolon ring on my finger and remember to keep going. Even on days like today, keep going! There is more to life than just today. Right?

Honestly, I don't know sometimes. How can I overthink so many things at one time? I make my life so much harder than I need to. If I could just turn it off, life would be easier. That's not how it works though, is it?

I know there are people who love and support me but on days like today, I question the sincerity of it. I shouldn't but I do. Why would anyone love me? Lots of reasons. I just have to learn to believe them.

Today is a low day. Tomorrow is a new day. I keep pushing through. Do you?

xoxo,
Em

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