I woke up this morning not feeling as bad. The defining silence was back, but I had no real urges to cry. The heavy chest feeling is still there though and my stomach..ugh don't get me started. Waitressing seems to help. Work helps get my mind off of things. I have friends there too so a shift is not without laughter. When I'm around people I forget unless it's my family or bf. I spent a ton of time with my family last night which was fun. Our power had gone out so there was nothing else to do but spend time together.
I feel like as long as I don't second guess this, and everyone is supportive like they have been I will be okay.
I really hate to sound like "poor me" and I hope this isn't coming off like that. Writing out what I'm really thinking helps a tremendous amount.
I know I will be okay.
One of my friends just had the first guy she's ever loved move to california ... we are on the east coast. Another one of my friends has a very unsupportive family and if you count my bf's family, I have two! (Give or take a few disagreements) So many people can't even find a job like this, and have to deal with not seeing their family, but once a year.
I am very lucky and I feel like I just need to remember that.
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