Anxiety is a bitch and I don’t say that lightly at all– In fact, I’m suffering badly from it and by badly, having panic attacks to work, dissociating and the likes too, just overwhelmed with bad thoughts of self harm etc; I try to talk to my clinical social worker but, it’s difficult when work is always pulling me in every direction–that’s the life of a supervisor of a very busy super market or rather grocery store if you caught my drift. I’m a great employee, just struggling again and I hate that I can’t have a single year where anything goes right, whether it be cyberbullying from years past, dealing with mental illness collapses and whatnot and surgery from last year with my gallbladder being taken out but to be honest? I’m always considered fragile by everyone including at work, and it’s impossible to understand these days, luckily, I see my psychiatric nurse practitioner and hopefully, we can get to the root causes of these panic attacks, because nothing has changed. I’m freed from the responsibility of the back up bookkeeper which I couldn’t do. Which I couldn’t deal with and honestly? It’s better that way, and our resident bookkeeper is coming back after he had open heart surgery last month–
When The Stars Fell Silent
