I am back home.
I am not thrilled.
I’ve been sitting in the pharmacy drive thru for twenty minutes to pick up a medication.
I think I’m still three cars back.
My professor agreed to give me an incomplete for this class, which I am super grateful for. I was not going to make it.
I mean, it doesn’t solve all of my issues obviously. I’m still really questioning what the heck I’m doing.
I feel like a HUGE failure at this point.
I can’t even really process it all. I’m going to have to do some serious journaling tonight I think.
I feel like I might be too broken to do anything. Like, if I can’t do this, maybe I can’t work anyway.
I don’t know.
I’m so scared.
I have to figure this out.
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