WE ALL NEED A DAY TO LOSE OUR SHIT SOMETIMES
Against my better judgment and fighting every muscle in my body, I dragged my ass out of bed today and came to work. The only reason was because if I stayed home I KNEW I would just be depressed and lay in bed intermittently crying all day... getting out of bed afforded a very slim chance of that. I think the easiest way to describe the feeling isn't quite so 'numb' as it is disconnected or regressed. I look at what is in front of me and think of the way my 2 year old cousin jumped up and down... Sign in to see full entry.