Tomorrow I am going to walk into my place of employment for 17 years and give notice. I’ve been negotiating a position w a vendor for a month or so. I have the opportunity to work part time for a little while. I’m hoping this will help my mental health. I received the job offer on Friday. I’m in a bit of a depressive spiral and can’t find the joy in the news. Thank goodness I get some time off between jobs.
My marriage feels off. Sometimes it’s like we are best friends holding hands while walking on air. Other times it feels like we are two razors nipping at each other. Each little cut stings. I think for me, it’s ten times worse. I can’t sleep. I worry I’m a burden. Then I begin to think he is much better off without me.
Ive been unable to write lately. I stare at my blinking cursor on the empty page. I got nothing. I have lost all motivation and interest. I just sit on the couch and stare. My only real desire is to sleep. I’m not exercising. I’m not eating healthy. I feel like a sloth.
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