I refuse to share the shit thats in my head with my partner or anyone else because they just don't understand and I've no one left that cares anyway. I've no idea where to start even trying to explain it here, without sounding as pathetic as I feel.
I've been with my partner about a year and I really do love hin to pieces and there's nothing that I won't do for him. I'm aware that I probably am the needy one that loves the most, does the pick me dance far more than I should and really does feel that when he realises I'm not as good as he first thought that he'll probably leave me anyway, this is also probably part of the aforementioned shit in my head at 2am on a Sunday morning. I could be snuggled up with the man I love instead I've worked myself up into a state I feel sick, look like a frog and still the bloody tears won't stop.
I've been signed of work with stress, the doctor says because of the covid situation I have mentally exhausted myself and yet I can't help wondering if I'm just being a melodramatic snowflake. Admittedly just the thought of going back to work makes me start to cry and feel tightness in my chest (I joined the NHS around the same time as the pandemic hit, the only real training that I had was on the job and although I coped with it at the time, loved the job and was really good at it, I can't cope at the moment and I'm not managing life very well.) i spend so much of my day wasting time playing on my phone and achieving nothing. I have no real friends that I can share all this with and I'm scared that my partner will get fed up with seeing me bawling all the time and decide he's had enough of dating a wet soggy mess and leave me, so i can't/won't really share the crap with him either. I guess I just feel a bit lost, sorry for rambling and yes maybe I should just pull myself together and get my arse back to work but it doesn't seem to be that easy. AIBU... I'd probably vote yes but I needed somewhere to leave this shit so I can try and get some sleep. Thank you for reading.