12,516 Days Alive
2 Busy Days to Come
1 Girls’ Night Out
We went to Melting Pot this evening for my Darling Wife’s stepsister’s birthday. It was amazing and the perfect wind down from a long, stressful week at work.
My brain was so fried by five o’clock today. I was grateful to be off work and headed out with loved ones. Tink, Steph, Amandah, and I had a great time.
Other than that, I’m doing terrible mentally, but couldn’t tell you what’s wrong exactly. Maybe it’s because Daddy’s birthday is coming up. Maybe I’m just going through a rapid flux of mania and depression. Maybe I don’t know what the hell is going on or how to fix it.
I feel unwanted and burdensome. I feel like I’m running out of time for something. I feel behind at work and like I’m not doing well enough.
I don’t know. Maybe I should get around to finding a therapist. But one I can trust is fucking rare.
I’m tired. I’m going to bed. I have to be up in seven hours to feed the cats.
Take your meds, folks.
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