Tired of always feeling like I'm auditioning for people. My Worker's Comp people literally think I'll be back at work in a few weeks maybe a few months and are asking for a resume. I can barely get out of bed, eat or shower. Wtf are they thinking? The idea of writing a resume and even thinking on those terms escalates me to the point of self-abuse.
Outside of my shrink, Comp case manager and local baristas I haven't spoken to anyone in weeks. I'm so f*cking lonely and starved for just one human touch.
Days like this I feel covered in cement. A block. An unfinished sculpture trapped in marble. I don't want to be conscious. Or think. Or feel. I'm so f*cking tired.
I can't keep auditioning for people. Like a f*cking dancing bear. Im so sick and broken and it's like no one knows. I present as quiet and "normal" and apparently that's my sin.
My brain is shattered and I keep having to prove it. I don't want any part of this anymore. I have nothing.
Outside of my shrink, Comp case manager and local baristas I haven't spoken to anyone in weeks. I'm so f*cking lonely and starved for just one human touch.
Days like this I feel covered in cement. A block. An unfinished sculpture trapped in marble. I don't want to be conscious. Or think. Or feel. I'm so f*cking tired.
I can't keep auditioning for people. Like a f*cking dancing bear. Im so sick and broken and it's like no one knows. I present as quiet and "normal" and apparently that's my sin.
My brain is shattered and I keep having to prove it. I don't want any part of this anymore. I have nothing.