Dear all,
thank you you so much for your kind replies ❤️
Fancy that, so many of us in our 40s! I’m tired now so won’t write much.
When I read your responses a tiny stone shifted off my heart.
I also realised it is my mental illness that makes me short with people and quick to react/ think the worst.
I recently flew back home from a mini break. I jerked awake as the plane landed. We waited. The seatbelt sign went off. A flurry of movement. The man across from me got up quickly and moved part in the aisle. We waited and waited. I got frustrated thinking he was trying to push in. Finally everyone started moving, I motioned to him to go in front, at the same time he motioned to me “You go” he looked at me kindly, “You fought sleep so long, but it got you in the end!”
I had been grumpy. Thinking he was impatient and trying to push in.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
I totally misjudged the situation. He was a nice person, who’d noticed how tired I was.
I remind myself my anxiety puts me on edge, makes me grumpy, suspecting the worse.
But my reality is not necessarily the reality.
If it takes me a few years to build friendships, that’s ok I’ll post here ☺️