Reading betty's journal

I'm in the middle of a three week doctor-recommended vacation. Some people call it "disability", i call it "happy pill time".

Because of a lot of crap that happened to roll down the hill that I was standing at the bottom of, I have become depressed and ever-so stressed out. I don't know if the depression caused the stress, or the stress caused the depression.

The basics are that my now ex-boyfriend is in jail accused of something just horrific, i'm moving back in with my parents (please let me be strong), and I'm stepping down from my job as manager of my little store.

Oh, yeah- corporations are evil. I'm back on that kick, which I don't think I ever brought up in here, but yeah, corporations are evil.

After a couple of 60 hour weeks with no time off, nothing getting accomplished in the store, and every day feeling like i was on the wrong end of a shit taco, I just couldn't get out of bed. Couldn't go to work. Thought about ending the whole deal with a handful of vicoden. I called my one and only dependable friend in the world -Mom- and had her take me to the doctor.

So, here I am. Sitting at the computer in my parents' spare bedroom. 31. Single. No career. Having a great time going on road trips during the day and hanging out with an old friend of mine on the weekends.

I'm trying not to think too hard about what is going to happen when I go back to work. Actually, I've been trying to figure out a way to go back to college. Study English and Art, my two loves (besides cats and coffee- not at the same time, caffiene hair balls, ick)

Generally, I'm in a much better state of mind than I used to be. I think it's the pills. I hope it lasts.

I am just me, searching for simplicity.........and a good hair stylist