I worked a 12 hour day today. I told a bitch off at work that had been giving me shit. I met a girl at work that I like for beers after we finally got to leave today. IF I could possibly make a friend, maybe I wouldn’t think I needed to leave this place so much. I would love to have a friend again. If I could have a life here, I might not leave, but I have nothing but work and that’s no life.
Just Keep Swimming
I am a 47 year old adult child of an alcoholic. My childhood could have been a Lifetime movie. I am dealing with PTSD, anxiety, and severe depression as a result. I am working on gaining an understanding as to what this means and learning how to be okay with myself. Some days, just killing myself and being done with it seems like the most sensible option. On those days, I keep telling myself, “just keep breathing in and out, that’s enough for today.”