Today I cried.
Today I wasn’t able to hold in the different kind of stress and pressure I have in my current work, of being severely limited in my use of professional knowledge and skills, of having to kiss asses everyday.
Today I wasn’t able to hold in the frustration and anger I feel at being severely limited at home, of feeling unbearably lonely and unhappy, and of still feeling heartbroken at almost 8 months already.
Today I just can’t take it anymore.
I am tired, my mind is tired, my body is tired, my heart is tired.