Don’t

Don’t want to be here. Don’t want to be here. Want to be at home with my husband in the midst of a bad storm because I’m worries about him. Don’t want to be drinking. Don’t want to be sad. Don’t want to be having gambling cravings. Don’t want to work 13 hours tomorrow. Don’t want to be here.

God, help me, please? You’re so good. I feel guilty asking, but can you help? I’m lost and miserable and want to quit my job and duck out on life. Not suicide - just to be clear - but just to disappear for a bit. That’s where I’m at.

 
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Tired but Dry

Had folks over for mother’s day. I was grumbly and irritated, though mostly at myself. I am finding that to be the case: when I am mad at myself, I get mad at others easily. But, even grumbly and tired and feeling put upon, I stayed... Continue →