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.