My anxiety is running a freaking marathon, that's for sure. It didn't help that when I was turning my light out to go to bed last night, a HUGE waterbug was crawling on my nightstand. I FREAKED and jumped out of bed. I've never seen one in my apartment, ever, and right before bed. Of course then I really couldn't sleep.
I feel like I have no skills and am not qualified to do anything. I have a master's degree in Journalism, you'd think I'd feel like I'm capable of something. I got out of the field, and you're correct, I don't love my job, but I feel like everything that I'd want to do, my dream jobs, are impossible to land.
I hate this!!! Of course the stress is really killing my appetite, which might be an issue when I get weighed on Friday. Blah!
I'm going to check out that site. Thanks.