Last night the Golden Gate Bridge had my number again. I'm terrified of that thing. There's something about it that draws my brain to it in times of despair.
I'm thinking about leaving San Francisco. Like, for real.
I used to feel optimistic. I used to have a feeling that things were going to work out for me--somehow, some way. I felt that good things were in store for me. That all ended a couple of years ago. I've struggled to figure out how to get it back, and I keep coming up short.
Things have gotten bad again, and it wasn't until last night when I told anyone just how bad they had gotten. I barely do the things I need to do to take care of myself, and this has to change. I deserve a lot more.
I'm giving some serious thought about moving to North Carolina, at least as a temporary stop en route to somewhere else, to be with my aunt for awhile. I need to leave the job that makes me want to slit my throat. I need some mental and emotional support. I can stay with her awhile while I look for a job. I can focus on myself and stop struggling so much just to survive. I need to sit with the idea a bit. If I do it, I need to seriously save some money, so it probably wouldn't be until after my summer class is over.
I'm scared. But I feel like there might be away out of this mental prison I'm living in.
2 comments:
Sounds like a good plan, let me know what I can do to help you out as well....lots of love!
you are so lucky you have all these choices.. you may think they suck but that's only because you're in the inside looking in..sorry, i don't know how you'll take my 2cents but i hope i encouraged you.. your honesty is very refreshing...
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