“I want to hide myself in a room and not come out of it ever” – this is what I blurted out to S last evening. He was slightly taken back as we were out and laughed it off saying, our bedroom is a perfect hide-out. I smiled along, even though this was not some passing thought. On some days, my urge to hide into a cocoon is stronger compared to the other days.
There is something bothering me. Not one, but many things. On some I can put my finger and some are not mentionable. And this constant struggle in my head, weighing different options, making decisions, assessing the impact, re-analyzing everything from scratch – this whole exercise is just very draining both physically as well as mentally.
How I wish I could take life as it comes..