When I woke up this morning after two to three hours of sleep every night for the last two months, I realized I could barely stand up. I talked with my doctor and got a note excusing me from work today. My boss told me that was not OK, that she knows I am working really hard to prove myself but that my health is too big of an issue for this office to handle currently and that I need to be more reliable to everybody else there.
I feel like ordering a gallon of whiskey to be delivered to my doorstep. I feel like covering myself with cuts and bruises. I feel like I am a failure as a human being currently.
I feel like ordering a gallon of whiskey to be delivered to my doorstep. I feel like covering myself with cuts and bruises. I feel like I am a failure as a human being currently.