Yes readers, it's been far too long, and right now, with my anxiety and depression on the rise, I'm hoping someone, somewhere, out there in the blog-o-sphere will hear, comprehend what I'm saying, and just listen to my first world problems, that a nearly 30 year old has had, any nearly 30 year old has had. And when I say nearly 30, I mean in August, and I still live in the same house, with my Ma, yes, I had an early twenties crisis, and now that I've had a month or so without a therapist ( seeing one on Friday), an almost 30 crisis...
My younger child-like self would be exponentially disappointed with me...I'm not a do it all-er as I once hoped, no professional singing gig, no professional writing deal, no judging or lawyering, I'm not even a paralegal at the moment... I'M. NOT. EVEN, a traffic directing officer, as I believe I once wanted to be...
On the bright side, I work at a bakery on Saturdays right now, and a temp job as an admin assistant that I am #blessed to say, I accepted, wondering how long it is before I'm back at the beloved Bakery, the safety net, upon which I have come to rest, when the rest of my privileged world is crashing around me for the last 15 years...
I've decided I'm meant to be an angry, bitter, old, lonely woman, as men my age range, or boys, are too drunken to realize, I'm not automatically, hopping in to bed, based on some random ass conversations, nor is my still technically teenage friend, whose Father, you technically are old enough to be...Pervs.
Yes, mentally, I am crumbling, yet on the outside, am perky, smiley, and couldn't be happier, no, nothing drastic will happen readers, but stay tuned, for more in the ongoing battle that is me being double-teamed by anxiety and depression...See all I have to do, is blog.
