nay.elizabeth
Bronze Member
how just one...tiny thing can change one's entire day or even an entire week.
I typically hate Tuesdays. I just HATE Tuesdays. I was actually having a decent day for the most part and then my head boss accused me of something horrific and I just can't get past it. I know in my heart I am NOT AT ALL what she accused me of, nor does anyone else think this way of me but it broke me. It just broke me in half.
Visited my boyfriend for about 20 minutes or so after work between his two jobs and he asked how my day was and I just froze. Unable to speak. I didn't want to bawl in front of him. My thoughts took an overly dramatic turn and I imagined him without me. I imagined him walking through his apartment without me in his life, as though I was just dead. I envisioned him mourning the loss of me.
It amazes me how a false accusation can turn my head into wishing I was dead. I'd rather die than be accused of something so awful. I don't understand how this can happen. Why do our brains function like this?
Going along, things are great, then one bad thing happens and it turns to crap. Just one thing, big or small, brings thoughts of self hate and panic attacks and anxiety attacks and losing all sense of reality.
I typically hate Tuesdays. I just HATE Tuesdays. I was actually having a decent day for the most part and then my head boss accused me of something horrific and I just can't get past it. I know in my heart I am NOT AT ALL what she accused me of, nor does anyone else think this way of me but it broke me. It just broke me in half.
Visited my boyfriend for about 20 minutes or so after work between his two jobs and he asked how my day was and I just froze. Unable to speak. I didn't want to bawl in front of him. My thoughts took an overly dramatic turn and I imagined him without me. I imagined him walking through his apartment without me in his life, as though I was just dead. I envisioned him mourning the loss of me.
It amazes me how a false accusation can turn my head into wishing I was dead. I'd rather die than be accused of something so awful. I don't understand how this can happen. Why do our brains function like this?
Going along, things are great, then one bad thing happens and it turns to crap. Just one thing, big or small, brings thoughts of self hate and panic attacks and anxiety attacks and losing all sense of reality.