Fried Green Tomatoes

No pity please, we all go here sometimes but I do need to vent.

Note to readers: Leave now, come back tomorrow I’ll be my usual optimistic self again.

There is no need to go through the nitty, details that piled up to the point I find myself here. How does one gets out of this emotional cesspool of self-pity fueling guilt, feeding a lack of creativity? The best move I could make is to realize that the sun will rise, the day will dawn with new possibilities and I will still be here. No amount of food, alcohol or other stimulants will change that. Pistachios be damned. I am calling this a day, doing the right thing and checking out.

My mind feels like fried green tomatoes.



15 thoughts on “Fried Green Tomatoes”

  1. Yep go with it, glad I’m not the only moaning groaning grouch today, which isn’t any help to you as I’ve just called you a moaning groaning grouch! And I ate too much pizza…

  2. Martha — you are human.

    Thanks for sharing your angst with us. That’s what we are here for, in part anyway, to prop each other up, lend an ear, offering support and encouragement if and when we can.

    It’ll come. It’ll come…. 🙂

    1. Thanks Marie, it has passed as it always does. When I’m in the thick of it, I often can’t see how to get through even though I know in my heart I will. That’s why I go back to my journals.

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