The final straw to the crying at work saga was reached when my boss said “I know you are hurting inside, but you have to find a way to put on a brave face outside”.
I got an appointment with my PCP for the next day and he put me back on my normal cocktail… numbing, but restraining just the same. The only thing I care about is getting through this… everything else will either be there on the other side, or it won’t. Like I’ve said a million times… all I can control (albeit not well) is myself. I’m trying, and I guess that’s all I can do.
*Updated to be made public on 3/1/12*
Up A (Giant) Hill 