Tis The Season To Be Stressed Out

I'll make this brief.
I didn't get a really awesome promotion the same week I realized that my relationship with GI Joe had run its course and ended it. To cap off this magnificent week, I had two weeks to find a place to live, pack and move out.
I'm not there yet to see the sunshine. Being cursed with a nickname like Joy, I just can't have more than one bad day at least in the eyes of my Manager at work. I am running on emotional fumes.

I am hollow. I am tapped out and I've given all that I have to give. Being around large groups isn't fun and this is a huge sign to me that I'm not there.
I'm trying not to eat my feelings because I've lost 12 lbs so far and am on my way to losing my final 10 lbs.
I just don't want to get out of bed bit I have to in order to pack and give extra stuff to Goodwill.

I still have a few items to donate to the kidney foundation pick up.

I know logically that it will get better but I wish people would allow me to get through all of these losses in my own time. Sorry to annoy you with my working through my "stuff" but I need time to build up to the shiny happy person you know me to be. I just need some time.

My sound found right now: Muted

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

I finally got my name in lights!

Oops I Did It Again!

My Romance...