I sit here, unable to sleep. The only sound in the house is that of my typing, the TV and the cat chirping. She's running around playing with random things and chirping/cooing. it's the strangest thing as she's usually a really quiet cat. It's kind of funny/cute.
Anyway, enough about the cat. I'm definitely sulking. I was super depressed on wednesday. Almost crying over nothing in the car, imagining tragic car accident/car running off road depressed. It passed as those feelings are usually pretty short lived. Well I guess I shouldn't say passed because it merely diminished to a dull ache. That dull ache reminding me of my setbacks, the money I don't have, the swift change from carefree to chronic worry, my lack of purpose/identity.
It's so weird to be so happy in my personal life yet completely miserable with where my professional life has gone. And now the lack of a professional life is making my contentness in personal life erode away.
So as each week passes, I feel like disappearing into a bubble. Withdrawing from those around me. This bubble containing just me to stew in my worry and self-doubt. Aside from my daily thanks, I'll be in my bubble.
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