Of Sims and Struggles

13,389 Days Alive

I’m not having a good day.

Rather than take drastic measures to a temporary struggle, I made it home safely and dove into an old coping mechanism: playing the Sims.

I love building houses in the game. It’s so soothing and fun. I’ve built by dream cottage with a fireplace in the living room and bookcases galore!

But I’m really not okay. I’m trying to get through this week. Just trying to push through. I’m so tired. I’m in so much pain.

I’m trying; I really am. I turned down a massive iced cinnamon roll from the break room today and instead had half a serving of mini blueberry muffins. I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I hydrated. Took my meds. All that shit.

I still just want it to stop.

I may reach out to a crisis line or something. I don’t know.

I’m going to try and sleep.

Take your meds, folks.