Someone left the cake out in the rain.

Autocorrect is hardcore.

I would eat a wet cake. I have no shame.

The autocorrect elf is drunker than loving us all, getting belligerent. And maybe German. A dangerous combination.

I am coping with anxiety overload (THANKS WORLD) by searching some new pretty to watch.

My last big dose of pretty was The Bodyguard. I might just re-watch that, or I could pick Outlander back up. But I thought I would here, what do you watch that has some pretty in it?

I didn't have cake today but Matilda and I did have a chocolate mousse after her doctor appt where she had to get two shots.

what do you watch that has some pretty in it?

The show 911 has fictional firemen in various flavors of pretty. I think it's on FOX?

Hm. The Good Place, but surely you are aware of that. Hm.

Today I decided that working while lying in bed and fighting tears was not a sustainable way to live, so I called my manager and told her I was overwhelmed and starting to have a really hard time. I was afraid of getting scolded for not keeping up with my work properly, or something. But she immediately asked me if I wanted to take a medical leave of absence and was super supportive. I almost cried with relief. She told me who to get in touch with in HR and what to ask them. She talked to the two bosses above her and apparently they also were supportive, because they've already cancelled my registration for the annual conference in Chicago next week (what a fucking relief) (yo, Steph , I'm not coming to Chicago next week!). I have an appointment with my regular doctor tomorrow, and I'll get some kind of note from her to satisfy HR's strangely vague requirements, and also I guess I'll need to find another dang therapist (so sick of therapy, y'all) and probably go see that ADHD specialist to see if I qualify for an official diagnosis.

And of course now I feel like the biggest loser and a total fraud, because I should just get going and quit whining and TCB like an adult.

But I've been adulting for quite enough years I shouldn't have to prove I'm an adult anymore. I just can't function right now. Admitting that is super difficult; I hate to have to acknowledge weaknesses, but the truth is, I've spent most of the past couple months in bed. I've gotten out of pajamas and gone out with friends twice. It's honestly a struggle to get through a workday without falling asleep and/or crying. I can't focus for shit; I'm barely keeping up with work and everything is taking eons to finish and I'm behind deadline on a bunch of things. I feel horrible about it, and I thought the worst thing I could do would be to tell my manager I can't really do my job right now. But it looks like it's okay? Everyone likes and appreciates me and wants to help me? I wasn't expecting that.

I don't know how long I'll be out but anything will be a relief. I'm a squishy disaster.

Oh, Zen. I'm so sorry. I'm glad work is being supportive, and I hope you can get some help that actually helps.

(yo, Steph , I'm not coming to Chicago next week!)

I'm glad you're taking a much-needed break. We can get together anytime -- your mental health is way more important.