Yes. I'm real, I have reached much further.
But now, yes. I sit, at this moment Home. My rehab counselor had unfortunately only in August time, so I've been nothing.
the Employment Office I have to look for only a psychotherapist, because worry is that I am not yet so far. But I
at home. Well, yes. The urge me that I should still look for work. And always complain that I just sit at home.
Joa. And I want to also work. I want to find a normal job and earn my money. And independent.
And my Mom, a friend of hers, also wants to work ne. Via an employment firm in ner another company. In any case, she thinks it deserves as well. 1500 Euro. In about three times as much as I get now from the employment office.
And then I would be eight hours away. Would do what and who think everyone would be happy here because I work and earn money at last. After all, is the only thing that counts.
Joaa. And when she finally has been released and has said that tomorrow we will hold firm to the work to introduce ourselves to go, I was a bit all uncertain. Have agreed to everything she said and nodded.
and when she was gone, I was up to me and I was really sick. I'm still evil. I was trembling all over. I feel sick. I throw up and I have to constantly comes up everything.
Actually, I thought, hey pleased. Work! But yes. The labor office knows why I need a training therapists in shear accompaniment. > __>
Wah. Now I do not cry anymore, anyway. But I'm still sick and I can also say no one that I am emotionally zerrütet. This is the worst of it. Because yes. As I said, it is worth nothing if one does not work.
And I did. I work when I work, as I always give 100%. I can not treat others like me five minutes of rest. Something to do during the break or when work is over. In
are working there is no Rest, I have to always give full power. After all, if I got a job and I enjoy a little two-minute Verschnaufspause WILL, it is called immediately and everywhere: Why are you standing here so looking around you to do anything? ; you search for a job.
want And I do it quite right to do the work that I do. And it's never good enough for what I do. I just can not believe that it is good enough, although I have already told a few people, I create more and better than most. But for me it is not enough. I have to do more. I'll have to do better. I'm always in front of inferior, which is the reason why particular 8 hours is nothing for me.
This is the reason for the failures every few months. Because you this pace and this setting can not because of old permanent. It is not easy. The body plays there at some point with no more.
But now. Now I should see a doctor.
Actually I wanted her for a psychotherapist before the friend is my mother has come ...
Well ... Let's see ... should I go to my doctor, so maybe the Beruhigspillen.
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