It’s been the most intense and stressful week. I won’t lie. There were many moments I thought, well…. Not of like suicide? Because I just couldn’t. It doesn’t make sense to me and I just don’t think I could.
So not that, but like… finalized fear. Like this is the end. No options are viable. I’m losing it all and will be on the streets of this city.
This community and my best friend have helped so immensely. I am thankful.
I am also still extremely raw. And still hard on myself about it. But I am thinking once I can heal myself a bit and the job mechanics kick in, I will be ok.
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starrynut: "
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