So things were going really well for a while. Transition-wise and just life in general.
Was about 2 weeks away from making an appointment with a different therapist to get a letter of rec. Just waiting for my next paycheck.
Apparently the universe has different plans, because I rolled and totalled my car on Friday. Everyone keeps telling me how lucky I am to be alive. Right now, I wish it would have killed me.
The part I feel the worst about is the fact that the car was a "gift" to me-I needed out of a bad situation and needed a car to do so but couldn't afford one, so a friend helped me out and I can pay her back when I'm able.
It just seems like every time I let my guard down and accept help, something like this happens.
I have no idea how I'm going to tell her. "Hey I totalled the car you helped me out with."
And again I have to put off hormones and be stuck.
I'm done now. Just needed to get the "whiny and feeling sorry for myself," out of my system.