All this while, I was ok to stand up for myself. I was confident, I was fearless, I truly felt like nothing can bring me down anymore. I was able to agree to disagree, I know when to put my foot down, I know when to fight for my right, I know when to stop, I know when to zone out and stop arguing with people who just can’t even listen to your point of view.
I can fight when someone makes a sexual comment about me. I can tell people off when they try to be immature. But even I have my weakness. When someone dismisses mental health and try to justify that we are responsible for our happiness. Like what the fuck is that even supposed to mean? Sure, I agree. But dude, you can’t expect people to force themselves to be happy.
I have lines and lines on my wrists, on my legs, on my stomach. Every single line is a reminder of what I used to do for instant gratification. So it’s fully my fault? Like I can’t pull myself out of the fucking rut? Me hitting rock bottom is my very own doing? And not because adults failed me? Not because the school failed me?
Aren’t companies supposed to care for their workers’ welfare? And isn’t that what MOM is for? So we’re expected to suck it up and deal with whatever comes our way? As if we haven’t already been doing that since the getgo? I’m here to get my bag and go but instead, I’m being looked down upon for even trying to raise an issue?
Are we not under you? Are you not our in-charge? So why the fuck are you acting like there’s nothing you can do it? How about standing up for your staff for once? How about giving us an explanation for your constant chastise for things that we didn’t even do? You’re not that great of an in-charge when you can’t even acknowledge our hard work and the fact we make the best out of it and not get into trouble like the damn adult that we are.
Or am I just overreacting? Then how the hell am I to react? I can’t wait to get out of this miserable management. Just 6 more months.
