October 2nd, 2017
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t know who I am. Where am I going?
Will I ever really be free? Will I ever really be me?
Things that once gave me joy frustrate me.
I’m wanting to do things that I never thought I would want to do.
It’s not work. I blame work. But it’s not work. It’s me. Work is the only reason that I’m still going.
At work, I see a sliver of my potential. I see a glimpse of who I could be.
A boss. A superstar. A bad ass. The best. Whatever I want to be.
I’m alone. I’m so alone.
I’ve forgotten what happiness feels like.














