I am at school. It’s 8:03am. The crazy woman is not here yet, or at least I haven’t seen her. I expect to hear from Winburn today about the job. I brought my letter of resignation with me to hand in if that happens. I am very unsure about going back. I guess it’s just what I need to do. I know I am hoping against hope that Brent is going to give me a chance. I know that is completely stupid, but I can’t help it. I don’t think I will ever be able to give up on that dream. I really hope my movers can come the first of the 3 day window so that I can get down there and get a car before I have to start working. If they pick up on the last day, that will mean a rough trip for Sophie and me. We will have to load up and get out whenever they get done. I haven’t even checked on a rental car for that date yet since I don’t know the date. I am supposed to hear from the townhouse people this week. Once I know for sure where I’m moving, I will call the moving company to give them the address and find out when I will know the exact pickup date.
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."