On the edge (half vent, half plea for happy thoughts)
This has been the worst week since I quit using. Drama at work (the girl I'm working with took off for "1 day", which I didn't mind covering, and didn't come back for 5 days, leaving me to work 24 hr/day during that time. I got about 3 hours of sleep per day, and I still haven't recovered), the rather ugly end of one of my oldest friendships (and good riddance to that b@stard), influenza, and even more drama at work (this time I'm being blamed for things I didn't do, for the second time, by someone who works for one of our customers. I am telling my supervisor I would prefer not to be involved in any project this person is on after this).
I'm mentally, physically, and emotionally drained. I want to crawl in bed for about 2 days, or crawl under a rock and stay there forever. I feel isolated, there aren't many people out here on my field location and there certainly isn't anyone to talk to about anything personal. Everything is making me cry, from someone asking about the above-referenced former friend to another friend telling me what a nice person I am. I haven't felt so cr@ppy about myself since quitting dope.
I try to keep telling myself it'll all pass, it's all temporary. It's hard not to go find a bar and drink myself into oblivion though.