Sometimes after a bad day we do the last thing we need ourselves to do – we make it worse.
We put all this pressure on ourselves as if the bad day indicates we are some kind of failure. Or even worse, as if we deserved it. “Why am I so stupid, I should have prevented that.” Or, “0f course this happened to me, that’s what always happens to me.”
We try to make sense of the shitty thing that happened and we’re quick to point the finger at ourselves. Fairly often, I think, that’s a story we’ve made up but we tell it anyway.
Sometimes a bad day is just a bad day.
After all, you’re human.