Coming home.

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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2 thoughts on “Coming home.

    1. Not exactly sure how that’s going to play out yet. We’ll see. He is saying that right now, but I don’t know what it looks like yet.


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