SPT

These are my feet. In my Car. Firmly planted on the brake pedal. I'm just taking a break about thinking constantly about the future, my lack of motivation, the sweat shops of the world, the unfairness of the planet, my fears of not being able to look after my son adequately, of raising a menace to society, of being alone, of being a failure.

I'm not going to think about all of those things for the rest of today. I'm going to eat my meal guilt-free and appreciate what I do have - a partner whom I love and who loves me, a healthy, boistrous son, my health, a roof over my head and food to eat...

Right.