Woke in a bad place, after a decent night’s sleep, that had followed another demonstration of my lack of social skill and saying it sucked doesn’t say enough. I am too fragile and volatile this morning to write fairly, meaningfully, and in a way that has lasting value for me to reflect on, myself. Today I will venture forth anxious, and doing my best to treat myself well… I really need me to be here for me, right now.
Maybe something more later. Be safe, World, and treat the people you meet with compassion and kindness; you can’t know the challenges they face, or suffering they feel, without asking, and listening… And you rarely seem to have the time, or sympathy, afterall you hurt, too.
Evening Light 
Sometimes just taking the time to listen to those silent stories is all that matters.
Thank you, I appreciate your wise words.
It isn’t wisdom to remember how it feels. On both ends of that metaphorical ear. x
Are you familiar with Brené Brown’s work on shame? I have mixed feelings about her–she’s a bit glib, and her experiences are NOT like mine–but her notion of the “shame hangover” was valuable to me. I mention it because what you describe here sounds like it fits the model. Personally, I found it useful and relieving to understand that maybe my excess of shame, rather than an actual lack of social skill, was making me feel horrible the next day. A TED talk here has been much admired: http://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability.html
*hugs*