Some days are harder than others. Everything seems to fall apart on these days.
I could not sleep last night. At 2:50 am, the hour of deepest sleep, I woke up when an intruding mosquito buzzed in my ear. I went to the bathroom, came back, drank some water, and lied down. I was drowsy and it hurt to keep my eyes open. But the first step to sleep was killing the mosquito. After many desperate attempts, I took its life away.
Meanwhile, the brain kept at its activity. The ideas of my mother about me (unmarried, jobless, homeless) encroached me from all directions. If I think about me the way she does, I start believing that my life is doomed. Then I judged the nooks and corners of my romantic relationship.