Felt good a couple days ago. Had a breakdown the morning before last. Migraine and all. Couldn’t handle the stress.
When normal people fail, their brains say “Shame on you, you didn’t prepare enough!”, etc. Mine tells me I deserve to die.
Feel irritated today. Wish I had a valium prescription. My heart feels quivery.
Those bitches at the CFC intake won’t call me back. Or pick up their phones. I make a fucking effort to find a therapist, and no one cares.
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