I find myself sunk by a wave of sadness. It feels like everyday lately has been a test of my willpower and resolve. Forced to say goodbye to light parts of myself and this darkness feels heavier than normal.
Leaving myself open to ridicule, I admit that saying goodbye to my pet rabbit Ruby on Tuesday has been the proverbial straw. I've just had enough.
It's funny how that 'enough' line keeps moving.
I feel like my empathy is being eroded, my patience withered - as I become more bitter and twisted in a job I loathe, surrounded by narcissistic assholes that I just can't stand. Worst of all? The reality that I let it happen. That somewhere along the line I relinquished the control. I hate myself for becoming this hateful person.
I'm not sure how to describe this place I find myself in. I know where I am, and I know that I should be scared, that I should want to be around people and talk and laugh - but I don't. I just don't. I can see the sun shining through the canopy of crap, but I want to be alone for a while.
I want to sit in this place and gather strength, so that I may go backwards to find the pieces of bundle I dropped from my basket, to find those parts of me that need to be revived, buffed, shined and re-installed.