Kinda. I just reread that last post and felt like a whiny baby. I almost didn't come to work today. And yesterday. Partially because I'm unmotivated, partially because I'm fatigued, partially because paid a big bill and didn't budget well and wasn't sure if I had gas funds enough for my commute to work this whole week before getting paid. All lame excuses. I'm finding solice in the fact that I actually am here. Even though I was late from getting dressed twice and laying on my bed trying to justify calling in sick because of my headache and queasy stomach (which I get when I stress, especially in the mornings, to the point that I have to sit down in the shower so I wont be sick/pass out. This is pretty much a daily routine.). But I came to my senses and am here. This queasiness has been a big trend (one I recognize from the past) lately. The correlation just hit me. I must be daft.
Okay so my retraction just turned into Sarah making herself sound even more pathetic. Wasn't the intention, but it's cathartic and even revelatory. To myself at least. I will stop blogging about all this soon. I promise. For now, it helps.