Sort of like Holly Golightly

The past three weeks have been really fucking hard and I've just kept it in while trying to push forward. I've been so nauseous. I only ate crackers and toast for a week because I was so sick. I've been sinking into a hole of depression. Sleeping for a couple hours at a time. I went to the doctor last week and she said I just have to get to the six-month mark on this new birth control and my hormones will settle down. Sammy warned me that getting used to this pill is brutal. And I chose the worst possible time to finally find something I'm passionate about and start making moves to put together my own business. I can't get enough inventory to start because the market fucking skyrocketed. Oh, and I had skin cancer. It's been removed, but like, it was fucking cancer. The dermatologist says it's super common and that he sees it all the time, but in people twice my age. He almost never sees it this young. So I bottled all of this up and then everything just burst out once I got a little anxious. And I feel stupid. And I look stupid. And I am stupid.