noblame4
Well-known member
I finally have an interveiw next week. It couldn't come at a better time, because it's a job with insurance, and my dogs chewed up my glasses, I have a back tooth that is fucked, and my Nana retired and her insurance turned to shit and she told me she might have to quit taking her diabetes medicine because she cant afford the extra $200 a month.
But I slipped back into recluse-dom for almost a year (I'm crazy.) And the thought of having to deal with coworkers, patients, and DAYLIGHT scares me. I'm having really bad nightmares and migranes again.
And nobody understands my problem. I feel weak and pathetic talking to anyone about it. Now my Nana needs help, and I'm such a fuck up, she wasted her time and money on me.
Maybe I can get on paxil again. I'm just so scared of things that normal people arent scared of. I hate my brain.
But I slipped back into recluse-dom for almost a year (I'm crazy.) And the thought of having to deal with coworkers, patients, and DAYLIGHT scares me. I'm having really bad nightmares and migranes again.
And nobody understands my problem. I feel weak and pathetic talking to anyone about it. Now my Nana needs help, and I'm such a fuck up, she wasted her time and money on me.
Maybe I can get on paxil again. I'm just so scared of things that normal people arent scared of. I hate my brain.