It’s been quite an emotional roller coaster week here. We had our Grand Opening for my business at it’s new location. We had our best day of business ever the same day as the party. My boyfriend’s mother decided that it was time for a power play and she didn’t want to bring him to the grand opening (he isn’t able to drive) and I was devastated. Then they finally showed up two hours later. The health department, long overdue for an inspection showed up the day of the party. (She was only there to schedule an official visit.) The health department lady came back today. (Everything went very well. I literally got a pat on the back and told good job from the inspector.) My antidepressant (zoloft) is NOT working. It’s an effort to get out of bed and/or move every day. And now, I’m sitting here on the couch. Usually I travel to my boyfriend’s house for the weekend and stay there; he lives about an hour away from me. For some reason, I don’t seem to want to go to his house. However, I also don’t seem to want to be here. Yet I’m afraid to leave. So, in order to feel justified in my feelings, I’ve decided to write them all down and share them with everyone on the Dope.
Thanks for listening.