Or maybe I am. This is my only venue where I can empty my thoughts so Thank You to anyone who reads it. I’ve had a long history of depression and anxiety but now I’ve been diagnosed as being on the bipolar spectrum and am on a mood stabilizer. Yea, another pill to take. Some days I feel better; some I do not. I’m really tired of dealing with my mental health. I’m tired of talking about it, tired of living with it, tired of hearing about it.
I’m in a job I don’t like, but I didn’t like my last one either. It was hard to like when I worked 625 overtime hours between February and December. There are parts of my current job that were always on my career radar that I’ve now gotten to do. I’m a paralegal and now I’m a litigation paralegal meaning I go to trials. I’ve always loved the law. I’m talking from LA Law to CSI and NCIS and the Lincoln Lawyer. But what I’d really LOVE to do is get in my car, drive away, and disappear, be a nobody in a town where no one wants anything from, feels the need to talk to me like I’m 5, or try to drag me or my career reputation down. I’m typically down enough, thank you very much. I don’t need help with that.
I’m 7 years from retirement. I’m not sure I have 7 hours or days in me so that many years is daunting. Today, I honestly could sit in complete silence for hours and do/think nothing. That frustrates my husband. He does try. I readily give him that. Still………
They’ve opened a ketamine clinic (run by MDs) and I’ve wondered about it. Like every drug out there, it promises to “fix” my darkness. After this many years, it seems gullible to listen to that kind of promise….again.
I’m tired. I’m done. I hear there’s so much more to life. I’m not so sure. I think I’m as good as it gets, and that sucks.