Is it okay to not be okay?
Here we are, we have made it to September. My birthday month. I always put a lot of pressure on myself because I know I've completed another year of my life and I use it to reflect. As we all know, I'm normally a frustrated, hot-headed person and this pandemic has taken it up a huge notch. I try to look at every day as a new opportunity to be better than I was the day before, but I just hate it all. I am annoyed at everything. My family, my job, the pandemic... it doesn't end. And instead of going through life like a normal person, I have to lose my mind all the time and start crying, screaming, and freaking out. My parents don't care. Their solution is to "get help" or "go on medication." I've tried the medication. It doesn't help, it only makes things worse. Taking Xanax is okay every once in awhile but it doesn't predict when I'm going to have another breakdown and just show up exactly when I need it. So my birthday.. I hate that...