Feeling isolated is resonating with my past in a majorly uncomfortable way. It is harder and harder to not go crazy. Not the crazy you joke about or think is cute--the one that encourages destructive impulses and treating people around me bitterly.

It's not their fault. Just about my whole team is married or in a significant relationship and they (might) think that being friends with me while their significant other isn't around is not the best of ideas. I don't blame them--it's probably smart and a good way to keep the peace. I am just seeing more areas where I don't do well and am not very well-equipped to handle. Not even a month ago, I was talking to my younger brother and encouraging him to develop coping techniques for disappointments because disappointments are inevitable. I said in my conversation that I had developed a few techniques that had served me pretty well so far. This past week has sorely tested my assertion.

Don't get me wrong. I love my job. I really do. It's just this transition period where I don't have any friends that is getting to me.