My Last Breath Would Be Your Name.

My last breath would be your name.

I do badly want to be happy again. To feel some sort of freedom from this ongoing pain. But, I feel stuck and no matter how hard I try. It’s useless. I find no joy in the things I once loved. All I know is pain and it won’t ease up.

If management isn’t willing to take responsibility. Walk away. No job is worth your sanity.

I know the difference between my tears. Grief and stress can be similar from the outside, but are completely different when understood.

No news is the worst news. Because you’re left not knowing and creating worse case scenario until you finally get some kind of news. Bad or good. I’d rather know than be kept not knowing.