I ran across this in one of my Facebook groups.
I’m pretty much alienated at work now. Unless someone *needs* something from me, I don’t see folks.
I sit in my office and pretend that I’m happy.
Pretend. Typically I’d say that it’s so much easier to pretend to be happy. To put a smile on my face
because that means I wouldn’t have to face the hurt that I’m feeling. Or to face the questions from
people. But honestly, at this point, no one is asking how I feel so it is even more lonely.
It feels this is never-ending. Right when I get to a point where I think everything is going to be ok, it
changes. I go from rock bottom to I’m going to make it through this, to rock bottom again. It’s just a
cycle. I had just recovered enough to think that my life was worth living; starting to be happy. Then all
this happened at work, and I realized that it really isn’t worth living.
Things get better folks say. I’m not really seeing the proof behind that. And at this point it wouldn’t
take much to convince me things could get better. Things are so bleak that any light would be helpful.
Anytime I didn’t have to argue with folks at work. Or argue with people at home.
So what happens when the chapters start running together? When life feels like one big long chapter,
with no break? When one chapter really does make up my whole story? Or what happens if there are
different chapters but they all end the same way?
At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter which scenario it is. It matters that I’m unhappy. That I can’t
breathe because I’m so focused on just staying alive. That I have absolutely no clue who can handle the
intense emotions. I want to talk to someone, but not sure who I can turn to.
I keep wondering… do things get better?
Will I be strong enough to end the struggle? Or will the struggle end me?