I have been in my own special brand of hell for the last nine months,...sinking farther and farther into the bowels of it, swimming in the shit of it, breathing it, eating it,..choking on it each and every damn day.
I don't want to get out
I want to change it
I want work to go back to that happy place I knew, or at least thought I knew, this time last year. Okay,..pull out the magic wand, twirl around, say the happy words,..please
This stress is killing me.
No matter what I am doing, I am haunted by what I am not doing. And no matter how much I do, it isn't enough, ever. I could work every hour of every day for a month and it wouldn't get it all done. And when I'm not working, I feel guilty about not working. This stress is killing me. Literally, I can feel it,..
