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anonymous · 02-13-2013, 11:10 AM

I'm not doing very well today. I feel so much is hanging over my head. In my immediate environment I see happy, teamy, confident people. I sit here feeling 3 inches tall. Ugly. Fat. Incompetent. Stupid.

I am trying everything, and nothing is helping. I am in no danger of a meltdown. It's just that I see no point in any of this (even though I am still working on 4 things at once. I listen to the young and malleable with their limited responsibilities talking and laughing and occasionally 'working together' on something: perfecting things so they think, because that's the kind of time they have. On jobs that, for the most part, anyone could do.)

I don't think I'm relapsing but it's going to be a very long afternoon. Whatever happens I wish it would just happen. Because I'm dwelling and it hurts. And I'm angry again, and that hurts. And I feel worthless, and that hurts.

The look on 'her' face yesterday was one of incredulous disgust. Never in any job have I been looked at like that. It makes me disgusted with myself. No, don't let her rent space: but you know some people are very very good at intimidation, especially the sneaky kind where no recourse is to be found.

Here I sit, disgusting and worthless. It seems as real as not long ago when I said I will be OK, and that I have worth. It's not easily shakeable. I'm trying, though.

02-13-2013, 11:10 AM	#8897
anonymous Operations Operative Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: in hiding Posts: 578	I'm not doing very well today. I feel so much is hanging over my head. In my immediate environment I see happy, teamy, confident people. I sit here feeling 3 inches tall. Ugly. Fat. Incompetent. Stupid. I am trying everything, and nothing is helping. I am in no danger of a meltdown. It's just that I see no point in any of this (even though I am still working on 4 things at once. I listen to the young and malleable with their limited responsibilities talking and laughing and occasionally 'working together' on something: perfecting things so they think, because that's the kind of time they have. On jobs that, for the most part, anyone could do.) I don't think I'm relapsing but it's going to be a very long afternoon. Whatever happens I wish it would just happen. Because I'm dwelling and it hurts. And I'm angry again, and that hurts. And I feel worthless, and that hurts. The look on 'her' face yesterday was one of incredulous disgust. Never in any job have I been looked at like that. It makes me disgusted with myself. No, don't let her rent space: but you know some people are very very good at intimidation, especially the sneaky kind where no recourse is to be found. Here I sit, disgusting and worthless. It seems as real as not long ago when I said I will be OK, and that I have worth. It's not easily shakeable. I'm trying, though.