Rough morning. Everything was going wrong at work. Just… epic fail. Teetered on the very edge of breakdown. I just cannot keep on like this, but have no choice. It's that or the streets. (Afternoon eased up a bit. TG.) BF wrote that letter. I haven't read it yet (nervous to do so, yeah).

Speaking of nervous, tomorrow I have a psych eval for SSDI. I do and don't know what to expect. I just hate that, in such a brief window of time, someone who's never met me will come to conclusions about me that weigh so heavily on my fate.

(P.S. My job could pretty well be done by a monkey. And still I'm barely hanging on.)