It’s bloody tough to pretend. After days of feeling quite low, broken-hearted (missing my cat), decided to wear a perfect plastic smile for the day, no matter what. Fake it till you make it attitude! Failed so miserably. Hopeless at pretending.
At work, colleagues shocked to see me smiling yet red-eyed with big tears rolling down simultaneously. Office ladies smoke, tried a puff for the first time! Absolutely hated it.
Tried some retail therapy, terribly regretful. Watched a romantic film – fruitless, frustrating! Baked my favourite desert (Apple crumble). Toffee (my cat) loved it too. Couldn’t consume the crumble, gifted it to the neighbour.
Dreadfully dysfunctional. A day of pretending felt like a lifetime. Generously gave up the goal, happier with my vulnerable, real self.