There are days when I just want to run away. I hate most things on those days & any comfort given will invariably be rejected. This has been happening to me often lately. So, what did I do? I picked my victimized self up & hiked 22 miles in two days. My ass feels so tight, btw 😝 The mountains about killed me, but I pushed & pushed. The mental battle was welcoming & I conquered. I'm so grateful to be human today.