I had a really bad week. Like one of those "I'm dropping out of grad school" and I'm gonna cry at the drop of a hat weeks. I barely slept and survived on diet coke and coffee. I babysat four nights in a row. I woke up exhausted every day. I had the grossest dark circles under my eyes. My lupus is flaring. I finished two assignments like five minutes before they were due. I didn't read the journal club article. I was so behind on life and I sucked. I did well on everything that went on school wise this week, but I sucked. I was snippy and overly sarcastic to my friends. I came up with at least three new backup plans for my life (to add to my ever growing list). I wanted to punch everyone in the face.
So, yeah. This week sucked and I've doubted my ability to be a competent OT several times every day. I have seriously considered taking my degree in university studies at the end of April and running. I told multiple people that I want to run away from my life. Even in all the bad there were really good moments too, like my friend's birthday and baby snuggles at work, and fun new babysitting jobs. God constantly reminded me that He is here and He is good even when I don't deserve it. So even though it was a really bad week, that doesn't make it a bad life.
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