Tearful breakdowns at work in the past 2 days: 2. Uh oh.
I am not a public crier, this is not what I want to be doing. My manager called me in for a chat this afternoon, and I was sure I was going to get into trouble for something. I didn't. She wanted to know why I was looking so stressed - I didn't know what to tell her. I don't know what to tell myself. All I know is that every time she said the word 'stress' or 'pressure' - a tear formed in my eye, and then I couldn't hold the dam any longer. I dissolved.
I'm so embarrassed, for being so weak, for not being able to hold myself together. There isn't any one thing that is stressing me out - I'm just tired - of work, of people, of being me, I think. But how do I begin to fix this?
I think it's time to start paying attention to that doom radio playing in my head, again.
This can't be happening, again.