Email to my therapist who switched practices and doesn’t take my insurance right now so I haven’t seen her in months

I’m spiraling and I keep calling myself a trash monster.

Earlier my inner voices kept taunting me by calling me a “BOUGIE BITCH.”

We bought a house and [husband] might lose his job because county commissioners are trying to outlaw flavored vapes.

We are going to be so poor even if we both stay employed.

I have a JOB INTERVIEW on Friday but I am a TRASH MONSTER and they might be able to tell that I am a trash monster.

My hormones are wack and I feel like I’m dying.

I tried to beat my head against the wall but it did not improve my outlook so I stopped.

This will probably pass. This always passes. But when I’m in it, it feels like I am doomed.

Sincerely.

Trash Monster