This month I feel like I popped an Annuale.
My anxiety and frustration feel volcanic.
Doesn’t help that I cleaned someone’s home yesterday and over polished their copper sinks. They look like shiny new pennies and the home owners seemed pissed. I can’t stop thinking about it. They are literally being blinded by their sinks every time they brush their teeth. I need to put an end to cleaning million dollar homes……..I can’t handle the stress of fucking up.
Sounds so petty with all that’s going on in the world.
I tried a glass of wine last night. My first since Ketamine. It made things worse. I’m kind of glad as it will keep me from going back to 2 drinks a night.
Gotta ride out the storm and deal with my crazy. This too shall pass.