I swear I always get the most hate on Tik Tok when my mental health isn’t as strong as it can be, or maybe it’s just that I feel it the most during these times. Anyway, I’m filtering my comments again because I don’t need to be reading people’s insecurities and internalized misogyny when they victim blame and tell me it’s my fault Mat abused my dogs and killed them. A guy commented that I deserve to suffer from PTSD because of what I “let Mat do.” Like seriously, 🤢 I’m so much further in my healing than they will ever be and I know I am so much stronger than every single hate commenter combined.
Also, I’m still looking for a new job. My mental health is so worn down from my current job and that’s not fair nor is it something I accept in my life. The stress is not worth it. The Sunday Scaries have turned into all-out anxiety and borderline severe depression when I think about going back to work at this place. My closest coworkers all feel the same way. So, I’m working on changing that. I’ve come too far in my life despite everything to let a job wear me down. I can’t do it all and I’m choosing not to. I’m choosing to take care of myself and prioritize my needs, and my mental health is one of them (blessed).
Anyway, just some Sunday evening thoughts (or I guess Monday morning at this point since it’s 12:23am). Sweet dreams and I’ll catch you in the next post 🤍
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