just spent another hour and energy i don’t have cleaning dog shit and dog bums. i want to go home. i feel nauseous and i’m in so much pain and now i feel like i’m having an oxygen crash. my already-struggling mental health is decimated and my brain is screaming “unclean unclean you’re unclean you need to peel your skin off and shave off all your hair to become clean again” and my bpd is clawing at me wanting me to self-harm to bring my brain and emotions back to level and my bra isn’t fitting properly and i think this is how i die
