GODDAMMIT!
I got a call from Met Life this morning. My Dr has not followed up on my dissability.
Which means I don't get paid. Which means I'm panicing.
I can't do this all on my own.
I need to get a new apt (still haven't heard on my application) pack up an entire house, going back to work on the 2nd and somehow still try to manage my mental health.
I have way too much stress in my life right now to handle this and I'm going to end up back in the hospital.
Dylan left me at precisely the right time to ensure my complete and total break down.
I'm not blaming him. I know I've been really difficult to deal with... but gods I could use his help. He was the calming force in my crazy life.
Living in a chaotic house full of boxes...
I just need help... and I can't do this alone. I'm freaking out.
Which means I don't get paid. Which means I'm panicing.
I can't do this all on my own.
I need to get a new apt (still haven't heard on my application) pack up an entire house, going back to work on the 2nd and somehow still try to manage my mental health.
I have way too much stress in my life right now to handle this and I'm going to end up back in the hospital.
Dylan left me at precisely the right time to ensure my complete and total break down.
I'm not blaming him. I know I've been really difficult to deal with... but gods I could use his help. He was the calming force in my crazy life.
Living in a chaotic house full of boxes...
I just need help... and I can't do this alone. I'm freaking out.