I have just successfully stared at the ceiling for an hour.
I feel fragile, volatile. I haven't been sleeping. I feel like destroying everything good I've done in the past year. I have no idea why.
I've been picking fights with everyone. If one of them is you, I'm sorry. My boss, with a concerned hand on my shoulder, sent me home this morning. I have one day to get over this, or I'll begin to think my job is in jeopardy whether or not it really is.
I thought about not going to see her today, maybe that would be easier on me. But I think I need to see her progress, I think I need the assurance that she's getting slowly better, and maybe someday she'll be the person she was.
I think I'll go stare at the ceiling.
I feel fragile, volatile. I haven't been sleeping. I feel like destroying everything good I've done in the past year. I have no idea why.
I've been picking fights with everyone. If one of them is you, I'm sorry. My boss, with a concerned hand on my shoulder, sent me home this morning. I have one day to get over this, or I'll begin to think my job is in jeopardy whether or not it really is.
I thought about not going to see her today, maybe that would be easier on me. But I think I need to see her progress, I think I need the assurance that she's getting slowly better, and maybe someday she'll be the person she was.
I think I'll go stare at the ceiling.
dogslife:
I hate it when people pour their guts out honestly and no one leaves them a comment because they don't know what to say.