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Thanks

I appreciate everyone's words of support. I really do. But no matter what sort of pep talking people do, it doesn't change the following:

- Every time I have to answer my work phone, I have to let it ring three or four times so I can clear my throat and blow my nose and try not to sound like I've been crying for an hour.

- I feel like throwing up. All the time.

- I'd rather be just about anywhere but in my office.

- 9 hours is a horribly long time to be somewhere you don't want to be.

- My therapy session isn't until Friday. But I need her now.

- Life is feeling pretty pointless at the moment.

Comments

Jenni said…
Thinking of you...
10:22 AM
Brianne said…
Is there something you can focus on that makes you happy? Or are you swamped? Because when I have felt like that, the best thing for me to do is escape in any way I can. Like... with music, or photos, or what have you. Just a thought. Hang in there! You can do it!
12:42 PM
Anonymous said…
I'm sorry.
6:42 PM
Anonymous said…
Amy, when the world gave me more than my fair share of absolute CRAP, I focused on Jackson (but I also crawled under the covers when I felt like it). I pray that God will give you peace, light, strength, and focus.
8:32 PM
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