Today was my first day back to work and I have never felt so horrible in my life. Within 2 hours of being there I wanted to come back home. Within 4 hours I was scheming of ways to get "accidentally" fired. I didn't care that Ryan would probably divorce me if I up and quit. I didn't care that we would probably lose our home. I couldn't concentrate and wanted to cry the entire time. I hate it.
I know (rationally) it will get better. Being okay with this can't come fast enough for me.
I only have to work 2 twelve hour shifts a week and I know (again, rationally) that I am very lucky. I guess I am just selfish.
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