Life is pretty bad again. I think for awhile there I was doing okay. But not anymore. I hate my job. I’m thankful to have one and income but my company is putting our lives at risk. they let us work from home for a month before ordering us back to the office in May. Now they’re covering up positive covid cases. And still forcing us to come to work even though it’s an office and there is no social distancing. I also just hate the job itself it’s boring and repetitive and I’ve been struggling there the past few months. I would quit but I need the money too much. And there aren’t a lot of places hiring right now because of everything going on. I’m still applying for new jobs but haven’t heard back... since I have health anxiety going to work is so draining and scary. I panic all day. And then I can’t see anyone outside of my inner family because I’m too afraid of passing it along unknowingly to someone else. So I’ve spent a lot of time alone... and watched everyone else go out and enjoy their lives.
i also had a love interest fall through. Do I know I’m better off without him? Yes. But it still hurts when you like them a lot and put in the time and effort. Luckily it wasn’t far along (only over a month in) I’d rather have this than have it happen down the road. But I’m still fighting the urge to reach out to him. Especially since he was one of the good and exciting things in my life right now. I try not to put my happiness into people but it’s hard when everything else sucks... you just want one thing to look forward to. He was that for me. I ended it too which is what makes it all the more frustrating and confusing...
Last night I got drunk for the first time in a year. From the build up of work and the love interest dying off just yesterday, I felt like I needed a drink but I regret it more than anything. This hangover is so much worse than I ever remember them being. And it’s not a physical hangover, it’s a mental hangover. I feel more depressed and anxious than I would on any other day. I know it’s worse because of everything going on and the fact that I’m on antidepressants (wellbutrin) but still. I’m trying to get through today but it’s really really hard. It’s hard seeing everyone out and about with their family and friends having fun. Even my own family has gone to a family party that I was too afraid to go to since a lot of my family is older. So I’m home alone and I just feel awful and I’m actually kind of worried about myself... which doesn’t normally happen.
I feel stuck and isolated and sick. And I feel the Sunday blues already coming on. The thought of going back to work on Monday is making me feel even worse. What am I doing with my life? What is the purpose? I’m wasting so much time and so much of my life at a place I hate. Is this just what life is? To be miserable? I feel like my life has just been absolute hell these last five years and I’m waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel. It seems like just when things start to get better they fall apart and get worse.
I don’t even feel like I’m making sense anymore. I feel almost out of body. I want to crawl out of my skin. I’m never drinking again lol. But even once this fades, hopefully by tomorrow, I’ll still have to return to my crappy job and life...