I got to the point where I could no longer face myself or my world anymore. I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow. This anxiety has gone on for too long. I don’t want pills I want the issue resolved. I have averted suicide because no one can push me to it. I need to come back down to earth and relax.
I can’t face walking into another kitchen. If I ever cook again it will only be if I own the cafe I work in. And no more old folks homes. They do nothing but bitch about their meals. and around here they get fed like royalty. No I am done with this lifestyle. I may appear to have gone insane but I must live up to my own and God’s standards.
A picture may say a thousand words but an action speaks volumes.