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How's it going?

I woke up at 4:30 a.m. to throw up.

I've had a splitting headache and a knot in my stomach all day.

I closed my door and took a nap on the dirty floor for 45 minutes after lunch.

Every time someone looks at me, much less talks to me, I cry. And then it takes me 20 minutes to recover from that. Just about enough time for the next person to come ask me how I am doing.

Is it 4:30 yet? Is it Friday yet?

People tell me to take it hour by hour, minute by minute. At this rate, the week will feel as though it's three months long.

Life has moved on here. People have their work to do. My life has moved on, too. In a very different direction. I feel like a completely different person than the one who sat in this chair on Feb. 23. I am a different person. And it's like the chair and the job and the company don't fit anymore.

Or maybe I don't fit.

I've never felt so alone.

Comments

Brianne said…
**hug**
12:31 PM
Anonymous said…
Hang in there.... it can only get better!
1:40 PM
Anonymous said…
Congratulations. You've made it through Day 1. This had to have been the hardest day. It is something you CAN get through. Just "keep on keepin' on."
4:22 PM
Anonymous said…
I hate it that you're experiencing such yucky emotions. Sending you a shoulder for support, warm encouragement, love, and wishes for a better day tomorrow. With love....
4:29 PM
Anonymous said…
But you showed up--that alone is worth kudos. Your cheering section is sending good thoughts your way.
6:19 AM
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