bread crumbs

I would like to say that I am sick. Sick of life as I know it. Sick of flashbacks. Sick of anxiety attacks. Sick of having no therapist. Sick of my husband being the biggest whiniest person I know. Sick of being told I’m different than I used to be. Sick of my job…which I will no longer have come August 31st. I’m sick of feeling alone. Sick of the news. And politics. And people who treat their children like less than garbage. And foggy, gray days. And and and…gah…today the world sucks. I just need to yell and scream at something or someone and cry; if I could just cry for awhile, I know it would be a release of some kind. I know it’s going to be ok. It always is, one way or another. I will have a job on September 1st. It simply will not be the one I’ve had for the past 9 years. This could be a good thing and most days I try to see it that way. I’ve just lost my way temporarily. That’s all. Now where the fuck did I drop the bread crumbs?