I’m so mad I can’t sleep.

-I’m mad that the SI hotline people got trigger-happy and called the damn cops on me, even though I didn’t say anything different from what I’ve said the other times I called them, that I had to explain to my roommate what was going on.
-I’m mad that my therapist can’t seem to figure out how to provide a calm comforting environment for me.
-I’m mad that I have to go to work tomorrow (first day of a five-day stretch) and am working in an unfamiliar hospital with people I don’t know and too many patients and not enough nurses and family members can’t visit and it’s this practically apocalyptic environment
-I’m mad that people at work are spreading all of this toxic positivity, trying to obliviate the very real badness by Being Upbeat
-I’m mad that I’m not getting paid any extra for these insane and difficult hours, that my duty and dedication are being taken advantage of
-I’m mad (and sad) that I have to quit going to my work’s meditation sessions over Zoom because this guy I was really into (long story) keeps coming to them too and it hurts to hear his voice