Feeling guilty

There’s something about feeling guilty when you’re unhappy. A feeling that creeps up and won’t go away. Somehow everything isn’t enough, friendships, family bonds, relationships, your own happiness. 

Am I being ungrateful or do I have an unrealistic view on life? Has my brain been conditioned into thinking everything should be picture perfect and feel right - otherwise it must not be right? 

Guilt, regret, what could’ve been - what should’ve been. I’m guilty.

Just me, a cup of coffee, and a thought I can’t shake.

What’s yours?