It has been a while since I visited my diary; in part because I have been busy, but also my computer had become so bad that I could hardly type on it.
Well my computer bit the dust, so I now have a new computer. I hated to spend the money, but it was time to get a new one.
Life is better since I first started this diary; at least I am not in a deep depression now. However I still find myself with my daily struggles, and find myself wondering when I can take the mask off.
What I mean about the mask is I put this outward appearance of someone who is happy and well adjusted. I visit and socialize with the customers that come in our store, and my fellow workers, and I do enjoy it. However I also know that it is a show. The person on the inside the real me still struggles, still hurts, still questions whether any of these people really care or not. I guess it is just frustrating not having a real sense of belonging or a certain knowledge that people don't see me as my experience has told me they do.
I am also tired of this sensation of anxiety that washes over me. Yesterday we had a busy day at work, and I was stuck on a cash register all day. It seemed like all day people were coming through my line, and I was so ready to get away from people, and couldn't. It seemed the more the day progressed the more anxiety I felt, and it was for no reason, and that is what is so frustrating, I had no reason to feel anxious.
Fortunately, we had another cashier come in toward the end of my shift, and I was able to get away from the register for a half hour, and that allowed me to calm myself and finish the shift.
Sometimes I just want to find a cabin in the woods with a good fire, and a good book, then shut the door, and lock the world out.