So basically this is where I’ve been for the past two weeks. You may choose to believe it or not, but keep in mind that what I’m about to say is 100 percent true. I wouldn’t lie about anything but my last name
Two weeks ago, I went into this mode where I thought I’ve wasted years of my life. I felt like I’d never get out of my dead end job, and that I’ll never get a boyfriend, or anything like that. In other words, I would never be happy with life, and two Sundays ago, I was seriously considering saying “fuck it” and end it all. But of course my saving grace saved me again, and I didn’t do it. The next day…I had a terrible feeling. So terrible that I was going to cancel my therapist appointment.
But I didn’t. Dunno why, but I sat there in her office, and told her how I felt. The truth. Just 4 days before my 21st, I just felt like an emotional mess, and my job wasn’t making it any better. So when it got to the “thoughts” part, I told her the truth (I kinda regret it now), and she called in my doctor.Â Then Mr. Give-Me-Your-Insurance-Money said the one thing that I had the terrible feeling about–“call the hospital”. So they called the ambulance. I was hysterical at this point, and they told me “okay, it will take only 24 hours then they’ll release me.” My ass.
I was in the ER for a day and they told me that I was admitted there for a week. My ass again. I was there for two weeks (today would have made two weeks). I was there feeling much better while they were off dragging their feet. I would have been out in a week, but no. I have to stay there for the full two weeks that they could have kept me. I was vying to get out before my birthday, and it didn’t happen. So for those who were wondering how my birthday went, it sucked, and I rather not talk about it.
So I’m back, and I’m extremely sorry to the Despair/Xposure people who I didn’t get. I’m cleaning out my mail box, so when I get done with that, I’ll be returning comments. Speaking of returning comments, I have a shitload, in the form of 32, to return. That’s a record. So I have my work cut out for me, lol.
Speaking of work, I’m still doing treatment, so I’m taking a well needed 6-week leave from Target. Not only for the mind, but for the sake of my ailing feet as well. I might go back for a few more months and then leave or just leave altogether and go into office temp agencies. I just need to see the hours that Target will be giving me when I come back and work my way around it.
So I’m glad to be home. Glad to be back on Crestfallen. Back to normal.