I am just so unhappy.
I feel like I’m tired of working so much, and ready to get out for a change of scenery. But I don’t want to go alone. No one else has time off like I do. I have no friends to go out drinking with. No one to travel with. I have absolutely nothing to do with myself if I’m not at work. Before, I was going to have a baby. I didn’t need anyone else. I had a purpose. I had a reason to get up in the morning, to marvel at life.
Right now, I feel I have nothing. Nothing to get out of bed for, unless I have to go to work. It’s an awful feeling.
5 thoughts on “deeply unhappy”
My hand to God I am not a creepy blog stalker..having said that, if you live(d) in Seattle I’d talk you into going roller skating tomorrow. I wish there were deeper words than “I’m sorry” There will be light again someday. ((Hugs))
And I would go, too!
I felt similarly lost at one point. I read Victor Frankl ‘s, Man’s Search for Meaning. Take it for what it’s worth – I swear it saved my ife.
If you’re ever in Toronto you have a host(ess) in me. I love showing people my city…lots to do in the Spring/Summer and Fall, too.
I almost went to Toronto a few weeks ago to see the Game of Thrones exhibit… but ended up TTC’ing instead. I’d love to go!