Mar 4
A year, and I am tired of living a life of mild comfort with 0 creative outlets, I’d rather be struggling a little bit but still get to be creative just like I was before
#izzy.pmx text#how did I let anyone convince me this was going to work#every day this job makes me feel like a goddamn failure#I am too disabled for a job that has so many responsibilities#I can barely take care of myself I cannot babysit 60+ residents anymore I’m done#sure it worked before bc I was on different medicine but that was slowly eating my stomach away#And now I don’t have enough brain power with my current medication#I’m tired of being a nuisance and not good enough#someone else can take the reins I’m not doing this anymore#sure I’m gonna lose my insurance but?? I really don’t care at this point?? I managed before#I can manage again#I learned a lot during this job that I’m very grateful for but at the same time the expectations of me I just can’t keep up#Also… I learned the hard way don’t let your parent be your boss HAHA#yeah my mom is a great supervisor but she can’t separate the past me that had all these issues#from the current me who is working on getting better with said issues but still having hiccups#Like I’m literally getting an echocardiogram next week to figure out why tf my heart keeps going up#I’m trying not to fucking die here ya know?
