So we have 50 minutes of personal time a month, generally for emergency bathroom breaks or whatever.
In June, I racked up 124 minutes of personal time. Mostly from time spent hiding in the bathroom to either depression cry, anxiety cry, rage cry, or some combo of those three.
Thanks for fucking up my work, mental health. And also, thanks work for fucking with my mental health 😐
Also, fuck the American health care system.
That feel when you want to reach through your screen and fight a customer because they implied you were a useless idiot plebeian because you used the generic name of a medication (which is what they’d had filled) instead of the brand name.
Things I Want Right Now:
1. To scoot out from under this bad case Return to Depression Mountain I have had for…a while now.
2. To avoid panic attacks or Hulk Smash/Hulk Want to Cry incidents at work.
3. To find out what my MMPI-2 results seem to indicate besides the depression, anxiety, and panic disorder I already know about.
Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth 