I think my mental health has hit its lowest point since last year when my mom died. Basically, I'm having an existential crisis and questioning the point of life, with the stress of work and my future piled on top of me.
Last night, I got into a big argument with my dad when I was trying to confide to him ("Talk to us when you have problems, we don't want you bottling up your emotions!"
), and I cried for nearly two hours straight.
Trying to hold my tears in at work is so ****ing hard. I had a headache that was hurting so much, I was shaking and on the verge of tears. And with my mental toll, I certainly wasn't feeling any better. I was already crying by the time I was walking back home for lunch, and I broke down when I got home. I hate everything.
I'm just so tired. Tired of being told my life is perfect and I have nothing to complain about. Tired of being exhausted from a **** job with a **** pay. Tired of being mentally ill. When am I gonna catch a break?
This is only a fraction of what's on my mind, but I can't be bothered to type more.