I'm horribly depressed. I haven't been able to exercise for five days. I've missed two shifts at Ipsos and might miss tomorrow's as well. My throat and sinuses feel like they've been scoured with sandpaper. I've got a cold sore (I think) breaking out in the middle of my lower lip. George is asleep (he's been pulling the night shift), so I'm totally alone. And just now I found myself looking at an Olfa knife and thinking that cutting would make me feel better.
Of course that's not true. Cutting would just make things a lot worse. But right now I feel so frustrated and so low that everything seems pointless and I can't imagine it getting any better.
I've just got to hold on.
Of course that's not true. Cutting would just make things a lot worse. But right now I feel so frustrated and so low that everything seems pointless and I can't imagine it getting any better.
I've just got to hold on.
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