I feel discouraged.
I feel discouraged about making enough money to support myself. I don’t know if it is even possible for me.
I feel discouraged about how much clutter I have, how much stuff I need to get rid of so I can move should I ever make enough money to support myself and actually find a place to live.
I feel discouraged about ever finding a place to live that I can afford that I would actually like to live in. And that is in a good location for both my job and my daughter’s school.
I feel discouraged about ever losing the weight I want to loose. I do exercise, but I eat too much. I eat out of fear, frustration, sadness, depression, anxiety. I eat because I want love.
I feel discouraged about ever being in a loving relationship with a man. Will I ever be free? Will a good man ever want to be with me?
I feel discouraged about ever getting to make love. Twenty-five years of marriage and no love-making. Ever. I want to make love so badly.
I feel like my nightmare will never end.