“I want to die”
These were the exact words I thought in December of 2005.
I recently quit my first job as a therapist at a group home for adolescent girls.
My lease was up on the house I was renting and since I quit my job and didn’t know what I was going to do, I moved back in with my parents (God bless them for letting me move back in!).
I had ZERO ideas about what I wanted to do with my life.AND, even though I was diagnosed with pre-diabetes, I was eating every sugary thing in site ~ it was the holiday season after all, isn’t that what you are supposed to do???
I got to a point where I literally could not get out of bed ~ my body felt as if it had cement running slugging through it.
Each morning I woke up even more exhausted than I did when I went to bed.
To say that I felt pretty sh*tty would be an understatement.
Ok, I do know that this was a 1st world problem and others have had way sh*ttier experiences…And, this was my reality and wanting to die...
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