I don't know what works anymore. I've been alone for so long, this is the first time I've stood up and said anything in years. Therapy isn't much of an option either, I can't take the meds and work and I'm only home on the weekends. I won't give up this job, it's the only thing in my life that feels stable and safe. When I'm on the road I feel like I'm in control of something and I'm finally independent . This is the longest I've ever held down a job, that's gotta mean something. Interacting with new people terrifies me. Out here two sentences, I'm done and back in my bubble.