I cannot fall asleep because my head is hurting so badly. I have one more day to get through this awful week. That crazy fucking woman I work with is too much. I am not talking to her. I am not planning with her. I am not doing shit with her. I am going to fucking quit my job if I am given no alternative. That bitch is a lunatic. I have to get my stuff out of that school. I will try to bring a lot tomorrow. I also may ask if the building will be open on Saturday and go get some stuff then, too. I am fucking peacing out.
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."