I feel like my body is broken. I wish I knew what's going on with it, I just want to cry I feel so frustrated. I think I'm going to have to go to the doctors tomorrow morning, the whole self-medicating thing doesn't seem to be working for me, only buys me time. I feel as though I'll be letting work down, I always feel guilty even if I'm genuinely unwell. But it's silly though, I mean, they don't really respect me much anyway so I should go, for my health.
Sigh.
Maybe it's something deeper than diet or lack of sleep. I worry my anxiety is wearing me down more than it ever has done before. Trying to keep everyone happy, all the plates spinning, is such an exhausting process. At the end of the day I know that if people want to be unhappy, they'll be unhappy and no amount of positive energy will help them but it still won't stop me trying. I wish I knew when to call things a day.
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