I'm depressed. Massively depressed.
I can't stand turning 40. I know I need to see it as a number that I'm no different than I was a year ago. I can't get past it. My body is falling apart. My hair is so grey.
Right now my job sucks. I know as a supervisor I'm not suppose to care about popularity, yadada. But it hurts like hell to realize no one really likes me except my boss. I'm only human. I keep taking it on the chin about their feelings but I want to scream, dammit, I have feelings too.
I know my depression comes from being worn out. I didn't go to work today just because I'm sick to my stomach which is because I'm tired. Just deep down tired.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
((((((TN))))))), warm thoughts to you right now my dear friend.
xoxo,
SS
(((((T)))))))
I understand. I love you. I don't care how old, how gray, how tired, how "done" you feel - we need you. We love you. We adore you. We would love to toss one back and arm wrestle for Hugh Laurie with you. Of course, I might just win, but that's another post entirely (and I'm fully admitting to poking your jealous side to get you up and running ....)
Chin up, sistah. And if you cannot hold it up yourself, I'll hold it up for you (and probably prop it up with a nice highball....)
Getting old sucks. I'm realizing that I'm quickly close to 40 and it's not easy.
I'm sorry that aren't well liked at work. that has to wear on your every day and I'm sorry that it's gotten so bad.
Chin up. We are here for you!
Post a Comment