I ventured out for the first time today since Saturday. The past two days spent in the house, and I was finally ready to move on with life. Shopping for groceries, being around people and functioning like a human being again.

The thing with breaking points is that it creeps up on you. The past few weeks have been hell-ish and made worse by the fact I haven’t had my support group around the past 2 months. I didn’t have the internet to talk to friends, I haven’t talked to my parents in ages. And I never knew how much all that held me together as a person until now.

You get so focused on work and deadlines that you lose sight of everything else. Your world becomes so small that every little problem becomes so big. And you end up seeing only your problems and not that everyone else is probably going through the same shit as you.

Work was never meant to cause this much grief. It is not worth it. I have always known that… I just lost my footing for a while back there.