Also, that's entirely against the "name it to tame it" school of emotional regulation.

But, apparently I name it to avoid it, so...

Therapy isn't working though. I'm supposed to feel where my feelings are in my body without naming the feeling. But I can't identify where the feeling lives - outside of just wishing I were dead. So, in my brain?

Imagine failing therapy tho?

I'm so depressed. I don't want to go home. And I don't want to go back to work.

I'm working today, tomorrow and a 16 hour shift on Friday because carers are cunts who go off sick at the drop of a fucking hat. Sincerely hope the one ruining my new year dies.

Special Olympics football and Christmas music and outside. Really not my cup of tea.

Honestly tho, who texts their manager on a Sunday to get them to drive 45 minutes to do their shift? That's nuts.

No one ever helps me when I need them to cover a shift. It's always left to me. Absolute wet wipes

One of the carers just asked me to go in today to cover her shift because she has a headache. I told her to ring on-call and get cover. Fuck off if I'm doing it. I'm covering care tomorrow.

I'm sitting next to the most awful woman at the theatre.

*hides sharps*

Taking myself off my medication has made me suicidal (again) *takes the right meds like a good girl*

Team meeting is boring the tits off me.

Eww. I've got the fear and I don't know why because the kids will be in school and I will be in the office. But still...

I was gen about to Google whether Slash and Sinead were married. 🙃

I've just got home after starting work at 07:30 yesterday.

Support workers are cunts, man! I've never met a bigger group of malingering gits. Always fucking sick and no thoughts for the poor sod that has to cover them.

That poor sod is me. It's always me.

A thorn would probably do

I'm out for a walk to distract me but I just want to find something sharp but it's too hot for long sleeves. Life is full of difficulty decisions

I've not been on call this weekend. Had 34 messages.
People have already called me this morning.

Starting the day really pissed off

16 hour care shift done. Roll on annual leave!!

Fucking care staff calling in sick are the bane of my life. Cunts!

I'm so bored. I want to go home

Bedtime with children with SEMH and LD Is just a new level of shite.

It's going so sloooooowwwww

Can't wait to go home...

I just want them all to go to fucking sleep so this shift can be over.

Nothing makes me happier than when all three kids fuck off to school

What are people so fucking annoying!???

Fuck this job

@jdkirk.bsky.social Just FYI - the full cast reading of A Litter Of Bones is the best thing that's happened to me this year.
Please can we have more?