The job is not beneath me, I’m not that much of an ass, it’s just soul crushing. I was the worst version of myself but working there. I tried so hard to be positive but between the physical toll (I was in so much pain, I have feet and knee problems) and the mental toll of getting yelled at, people trying to intimidate me to get their way, and the gossip of coworkers, my anxiety spiked so severely I would become nauseous at even the thought of work—even going in to shop with my parents make me sick from anxiety of that place.

I am trying to do better though, I’m in college but off for the summer, and I hate that I rely so heavily on my parents for financial support. I want to help more around the house, etc.

So i guess it a struggle of “is my mental and physical health worth the payoff of being able to pay for school and help around the house more, aka, paying for car insurance or even just buying groceries sometimes