Like lightening, it strikes me when I least expect it, giving me no time to prepare for the consequences. It creeps in the background, like
Quiet Sunday afternoons make me crave a life that is far removed from the typical dread of Monday mornings. I don’t know what that means
Maybe I’m mad because people make decisions that affect other people while only thinking about the convenience to themselves. Maybe I’m frustrated that I can’t
I work in the mental health field, and this is a little something I wrote one day that describes what it is like most days.