Okay. I'm in a bad way.
In theory, I'm pretty blessed. I have a home, a handsome fiance. Good friends...and in a world of financial instability...I have a full time job.
I have a lot to be thankful for.
But my mind and heart right now cant accept that. Instead I feel so very, very low.
I cried all the way into work on the bus. I couldn't hide it. I couldn't help it.
I cried at work. All throughout the day.
Fi got nervous and handed me a "free counselling" card.
I have an appointment on Wednesday.
I cried in the toilet cubicle on my lunch.
I cried coming home.
I cried on the phone to my usual psych, "George"
I dont know why or how, but I feel he doesn't understand me, doesn't want to help me and that I cant talk to him anymore.
The loss. I feel like I've lost a friend.
I'm crying now while I type to you.
I feel lost, alone, completely freakin' miserable and I feel like it's never going to end.
The voice of reason in my head says "Remember your Bible. God says This too shall pass"
But I don't think it will. I honestly don't think it ever will.
In theory, I'm pretty blessed. I have a home, a handsome fiance. Good friends...and in a world of financial instability...I have a full time job.
I have a lot to be thankful for.
But my mind and heart right now cant accept that. Instead I feel so very, very low.
I cried all the way into work on the bus. I couldn't hide it. I couldn't help it.
I cried at work. All throughout the day.
Fi got nervous and handed me a "free counselling" card.
I have an appointment on Wednesday.
I cried in the toilet cubicle on my lunch.
I cried coming home.
I cried on the phone to my usual psych, "George"
I dont know why or how, but I feel he doesn't understand me, doesn't want to help me and that I cant talk to him anymore.
The loss. I feel like I've lost a friend.
I'm crying now while I type to you.
I feel lost, alone, completely freakin' miserable and I feel like it's never going to end.
The voice of reason in my head says "Remember your Bible. God says This too shall pass"
But I don't think it will. I honestly don't think it ever will.
It'll be okay again. It will. I promise. I don't even have any means of making that come true but I know it will so I'm promising. Things were good before, remember? They'll be good again. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not the day after. But they will.
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