Doubt can be very draining. Like diluted acid which slowly corrodes away the surface and creates spider-web-thin cracks throughout, destabilising the whole.

Mole-hills become mountains. And when weighing the cost/ benefits between: bearing it, or not? Doubt often tips the balance into: “Aahh f*ck it”

I just don’t want to deal with it. All the low level, low intensity stress of watching what I do in my own space, during my down-time. The background droning of complaints , doubtand resentment. The seemingly inconsequential compromises of daily domestic routine.