There was an amazing episode of Breaking Bad by the name of Felina, the very last episode. I won’t be spoiling it for those who are lucky enough never to have seen it before.
I just wanted to post this to say that I’ll be pushing forward. I will keep calm, at least on the outside, until I get out. I have decided I will leave my job because I can’t even dress how I’d like to or how my hair how I’d like to either. I can’t be myself, and I am not a douchey salesperson. I shouldn’t even pretend that I am. I get good results, but that doesn’t mean I need to do this particular job.
I need to think of my next steps. There is the idea of getting another job, and then starting my business seems legitimate. I have many skills to offer and don’t deserve to suffer as much as I have been suffering.
There’s no need. Things will sort themselves out if I just push through and hold myself together. I am glad that I’ve reached some level of calm, despite having an iron fist in my heart being the only fibre of what’s holding everything together in my soul right now.
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