I'm still having a tough time getting up in the morning and going to work at Clinical Day Program. Sometimes, I just want to quit. I really want to quit. I like working at the Anderson Free Clinic. I like JustFaith. I likemost everything else about being here. Except working at the CDP. Which is sad, because that composes the majority of my time... I don't like it. I'm not cut out for this CDP shaped hole. I cry myself to sleep because I'm so upset... I keep taking these breaks, thinking that they will rejuvenate me and I won't hate working so much, but I dread coming home and returning to work. I've got a weekend at Myrtle Beach in a little over a week, and two weeks after that, I've got the FVM spring retreat. The weekend after that is the CDP spring break as well as Holy Week. The weekend after that is our JustFaith closing retreat. I've got a million retreats. More, if I want them. But they aren't making things any better. Sometimes, I wonder if it will get better at all. Maybe I'll snap out of it. If not, I don't know what to do. I can't live another five months like this. I just can't! I'll go mad.

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