This morning:
My stomach is churning. My anxiety is off the charts. I feel sick. My mouth is dry. Today is the day I have my work meeting. I don’t want to go. I want to disappear. I want to run away.
This afternoon:
I summoned up all my courage and kept my boyfriend’s encouragement in mind. “Keep your chin up and don’t take any sh*t.” I kept my head high and I told my truth. I feel ten feet tall and like a tonne weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Whether I’m fully right to go back to work, is a decision for my GP next week. At least I have a better idea of what I’d be facing into. I’ve said my piece.
