Like Falling Leaves and Spring Green…
A lot has happened in the past few months.
I’m getting more accustomed to my job and I’m starting to enjoy it. That being said, the people who I work with aren’t so great. They all seem to be out to get one another and look for others to make mistakes. Once someone makes a mistake the managers will get a screen shot or email of the mistake.
I dunno…maybe I’m a little sensitive. But, I feel that people are always going to make mistakes and that, instead of pointing out everyone else’s imperfections, one should take it up privately with the other person and help to correct the mistake. However, it seems to be a never-ending cycle in my workplace. One person rats out another and that other person becomes vindictive and does the same to another person. I refuse to take part in that kind of behavior.
*SIGH*…Anyway, I have been doing a lot better. At least, I feel like I’m doing a lot better. I have never gotten back on my medications or gone back to see my therapist. I’m great at my job and I even have another–more promising–job offer with a very well known company. I hope that I will stay ok… However, part of me feels like I must be in a hypomanic state and that I will probably end up crashing in a few months. We’ll see… I can never seem to commit to getting help for my depression.
Moving on…someone asked me what it was like in the psych hospital. hmm… I can only answer from my own experience. But, I will get back to you on that… It feels like a distant memory or a dream. Yet, it was only six months ago. It still feels somewhat surreal and I feel like a new person. I feel like a part of me died off–kind of like the leaves on a tree. I feel new and fresh now. I’m different and I’m happy…
December 22, 2007 Posted by unfliteredme | alone, anger, anxiety, apprehension, boredom, change, changes, confusion, depression, distance, doubt, dying, faith, fear, free, freedom, happiness, happy, hope, hunger, hurt, identity, jobs, joy, jubilance, life, love, memory, mental hospital, mental illness, missing, moving, moving on, pain, people, psychiatric hospital, quiet, rape, sadness, searching, therapist, therapy, want, working, worry | | No Comments Yet
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- I’m in my mid twenties
- I’m happily married
- I’m at a crossroads, picking up the pieces, and trying to figure out what I want out of life.
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