It has been over a year now since I quit my 9-5 and I am still bitter...but better. I miss the money, I miss the stability, I miss being proud of what I did for a living. I am back to being afraid of that inevitable question..."What do you do for a living?" So I hide in social settings again, avoid eye contact so people don't ask me that. I am constantly looking for a way out of being near people. I can't listen when people are talking to me because I just think about what I

...today I sulk, write and let the thoughts win because I just don't feel lik fighting them.

I have been door dashing to bring in money so I don’t have to work with people. I honestly think about what others think of my choices, and fuck them, I now know I can literally do anything, yet in the end I burn out and get bored. I find issues and get the hell […]

Someone told me you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and I felt that. Then society told me I can’t because it won’t heal you or is right. So here I am not staying home, avoiding the situation that makes me upset, because it’s a holiday and I’m married into it. I […]

I just quit my job. This was the job I planned to “retire” at. A place that once gave me a sense of purpose and stability.