Ugh
I go back to work at BnB tonight. I don't know how I feel about that. Well, I know I'm super nervous, my heart is already racing. And I know I'm going to freak out every time the door opens and someone new walks in. It's going to take a while to get used to.
What I don't know is how long it will take. A couple days? Weeks? Months? I don't know.
I went to Willy's the other day for lunch and sat in my usual spot by the patio door so I could watch the TV and had to move after thirty seconds because it was freaking me out so much that I couldn't see every single person who walked in the door.
And, as bad as this sounds, there was a single black guy sitting in a booth, and even though he didn't look like he was doing anything at all besides enjoying his lunch, he made me really nervous too.
I hate that this happened. I hate that this made me not trust people. Ugh. I don't know what to do about it.
What I don't know is how long it will take. A couple days? Weeks? Months? I don't know.
I went to Willy's the other day for lunch and sat in my usual spot by the patio door so I could watch the TV and had to move after thirty seconds because it was freaking me out so much that I couldn't see every single person who walked in the door.
And, as bad as this sounds, there was a single black guy sitting in a booth, and even though he didn't look like he was doing anything at all besides enjoying his lunch, he made me really nervous too.
I hate that this happened. I hate that this made me not trust people. Ugh. I don't know what to do about it.