Desperately Wanting
I am so desperate of happiness, that I look forward to seeing my wife and a bottle of vodka every night, though trust me, it stays in that order.
I am so desperate of therapy that I actually beg for it
I am so desperate to not make a mistake at work, that when I make the big ones, there are moments where I just want to drive off the road.
This is not good right?
9 comments:
No, of course it's not good. Your job pays the bills, it's not who you are.
Does your job have EAP, an assistance program? It's usually anonymous and will connect you with someone who can help you. Hope you get some help...take care.
Um, not so much, no.
No. Not good, buddy.
Jenny beat me to it, but look into an employee assistance program. Soon.
Take care, duckie. Keep me posted.
sparky sounds like me when i get depression. i take zoloft then. did wonders for me. well, that and cake but that's just me buddy.
hope you feel better...
hugs, bee
xxoxoxoxoxoxoox
Not good darlin'...hugs. Now talk to Mrs Duck about all this, she sees like a solid soul to help guide you out of the desperates.
Sorry to hear this Mr Duck, depression will kill you if you let it. I am speaking from 30 years of PTSD.
You need some time away dude...some sand in your toes...
Deep breathe....
Ducky you need to take a day off. Seriously. You know this ain't good.
No, not good, but, unfortunately, much more common than you might think. I agree with everyone here: talk to the Mrs. or see if there's an EAP available. If you don't want work to know about it, see if there's a counselor in your health plan that's in your plan. It can be hard, Ducky, I know. I know this is easy to say (and I should take my own advice here), but find something you love to do so that when you get home, you can decompress without the Grey Goose. And if you need to vent, drop me an email. Just because we haven't seen each other in years doesn't mean we're not still friends. Hang in there, Sparkster. It WILL get better.
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