I spoke to the facility manager about the incident that occurred on yesterday. It was a good talk in spite of how uncomfortable I was just talking about it with him. Of times, I don't talk about my issues with my coworkers, but this is the first time that I spoke out about things of this nature. I just felt that I had to say something to someone who was in a position of authority.
Life continues to become a struggle for me, my episodes are also coming more frequently so I feel I have to speak out against everything these days so I don't lose my identity, dignity, or self-respect.
Deep down, I don't know what is going on with me, there are days when I feel strong and days when I feel so tired, drained, and exhausted that I just want to be taken care of... and I mean taken care of meaning just lay in bed and have someone take care of me. I experience these really bad episodes where I shake and it feels like I want to peel the skin from my bones.
Being at the place where I work doesn't help either, I just feel trapped and want to escape.
I dunno... I just miss the past, there were days where I'd wrap myself up in the thought of happier days... but my days are happier enough... up & down... I hate it. And I hate the blatant disrespect people show me as well.
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