Last night my therapist said, “Your misery is palpable when you talk about your work.” This morning, for the third time in the last two weeks, I’m on the verge of tears at work for no specific discernible reason. My therapist’s words echo in my mind today.
The weight loss, meditation, and therapy can only do so much when I loathe 10 hours of nearly everyday of my life. I don’t think I can wait for school to get out of here. I will not make it. I just hope the SSRI I’ve started eventually provides a chemical floor to help make this place more tolerable until I can escape.