This may sound harsh, but...

There is no shame accepting that someone doesn't love you as much as they are supposed to. Because then you can stop making yourself crazy trying to believe that you love them back as much as you are supposed to. That was a thought between the cup and the lip this morning, literally. Whenever I don't sleep well at night I begin to wonder what my brain is doing. I suspect more of this sort of thing. I'm 35. How did this happen?