Can't explain this one.
Right in the middle of my shift I became disassociative.
My brain locked and I threw my hands up and kept repeating, "I can't do this! I can't take this!" and went
right out the front door of the bookstore.
I wasn't angry. I wasn't depressed.
I drove around for a long while. Had a cup of coffee at Starbucks and sat.
It was like being a passenger in my own body/head.
What did I feel? Nothing. That's the icy truth.
I still don't.
I'm going to make an appointment with a Mental Health Professional for Monday.
Embarassing is what it is.