TOday was just barbaric. It was no anyone but my mind.
I was trying so hard to not cry all day, to do my job, and my face kept contorting, so I kept trying to do that f-ing "Half smile" from DBT.
That was not working so I kept looking down
Then we had a conference and I tried to make eye contact with the speaker and it was like knives slicing me. I had to keep looking away.
I was CRUMBLING inside!
This is rare for me because I do not go around people but I want to stick out this job if for nothing more than to see how long it takes till I totally unravel.
I was in the lunch room and the nice man named "Pete" came in. He is really nice to everyone.
I was in the corner pretending to read and he just sat there eating his lunch. He did not say anything which he usually chatters away. He just sat there and it was such a comfort, just because I know he is safe.
I was kinda of crying but he had his back to me so he did not see me.
When I got up to leave, he looked at me to see if I was OK, and I just said,
"Hi. How are you? That was a boring conference wasn't it?"
He looked like he knew I had been crying.
Every day I am going to quit. One of these days I will. Just now it keeps me from self harm to just be there.
When I quit and never see him or them again, I will send him a letter and tell him how much it matters that he is kind to everyone, especially the ones like me who no one gives a sh*t about.
It can be the difference between life and death.
Most everyone else will not even say Hi because I am like the girl from the Breakfast club :(
I was trying so hard to not cry all day, to do my job, and my face kept contorting, so I kept trying to do that f-ing "Half smile" from DBT.
That was not working so I kept looking down
Then we had a conference and I tried to make eye contact with the speaker and it was like knives slicing me. I had to keep looking away.
I was CRUMBLING inside!
This is rare for me because I do not go around people but I want to stick out this job if for nothing more than to see how long it takes till I totally unravel.
I was in the lunch room and the nice man named "Pete" came in. He is really nice to everyone.
I was in the corner pretending to read and he just sat there eating his lunch. He did not say anything which he usually chatters away. He just sat there and it was such a comfort, just because I know he is safe.
I was kinda of crying but he had his back to me so he did not see me.
When I got up to leave, he looked at me to see if I was OK, and I just said,
"Hi. How are you? That was a boring conference wasn't it?"
He looked like he knew I had been crying.
Every day I am going to quit. One of these days I will. Just now it keeps me from self harm to just be there.
When I quit and never see him or them again, I will send him a letter and tell him how much it matters that he is kind to everyone, especially the ones like me who no one gives a sh*t about.
It can be the difference between life and death.
Most everyone else will not even say Hi because I am like the girl from the Breakfast club :(