If it weren’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any at all

This week has sucked ass.

All week long I’ve had no luck with getting any sleep. My brain hasn’t been able to shut off and I’m absolutely exhausted.

Yesterday, on my way home from work, I stopped to get gas. When I tried cranking my car to leave, it wouldn’t crank. Turns out my starter went out and it had to be towed. I got stuck there for a couple hours. Thankfully my husband was able to leave work early and pick me up. He got to the gas station around 4:30, and we left at 5. The tow truck didn’t get there until 7:30 last night… so I’m glad we left when we did.

While we were getting stuff out of my car, my husband accidentally let the trunk door drop on my head. He thought it would latch but it doesn’t. You have to push it all the way up for it to stay, and he didn’t. It fucking hurt. 

I had been freaking out and crying on and off the whole time bc my anxiety has been really bad.. I had finally calmed down when this happened and I cried the rest of the way home. I know he didn’t mean to do it and he apologized over and over but it really fucking hurt and it was just the metaphorical cherry on top of the shit cake. 

I took half a delta 8 gummy when we got home and it helped chill me out once it kicked in. I had a hard time sleeping. 

My neighbor/friend let me borrow his car so I could get to work. I appreciate this so much but damn I wish I had just stayed home. I was running late and couldn’t figure out how to get the car started, and then I couldn’t see anything bc it was dark and raining and the windshield wipers sucked and the headlights were dim so I was freaking out the whole way to work. I was almost late clocking in.

I’ve been so emotional today, I’ve been tearing up on and off and can’t seem to get my emotions under control. I just want to go home and sleep. 

My husband is taking me to get a new car tomorrow, and I should be excited but I’m not. I think my depression is getting bad again… 

Here’s hoping next week will be better.