I've been angry/emotional just a ton, lately.
Angry at myself, most of all. I'm supposed to be working a second job, to make extra cash. I had to take time off, because I was just losing my shit. And yes, I'm angry at myself for not working 13 hours a day, feeling unable to, etc.
Angry at myself for not being able to give people the RP I think they expect/deserve.
Angry at every apartment complex I have applied to, that can't fucking send a text, email, or call me to tell me we didn't get the place.
Angry at all the stupid ads I'm getting about celebrating Father's day, and feeling like absolute shit, because I keep getting teared up and crying over all of it.
Angry at work, for penalizing my raise because I had to miss 4 (yes FOUR) days last fall because three people DIED in my family.
Angry at myself for being broken and not able to work out like I feel like I should be able to, in my head (Listen, my brain wants to think I'm still 25, can work three jobs, and somehow have a semi social life, okay? It will not accept the fact I have three (Well, now they think four) auto immune diseases that keep me in too much pain to act like a wild child anymore.) I've lost 30 pounds since December, possibly more at this point, and yet I'm still mad at myself.
Angry at my therapist for leaving the practice, and that it's taking forever for me to be able to get in to see ANYONE. Because clearly, I need to get back to seeing someone.