Tears of a clown

It’s 7am and I am in tears. I went to bed in tears and it is before work. I haven’t cried before work since the dark days of my marriage. I am hurt because someone told me to go “work on myself” as if it isn’t my lifelong journey. Even before I was noticeably damaged. The “you are the problem argument has been well drummed into me. I need rest. Not judgement.