i am no longer afraid of things falling apart. i have seen what happens after the worst of it. the sun still rises, people still laugh, new things still begin, and one day, you find yourself happy about something you once thought you would never recover from.
Unless I’m working in an ER, or working as a paramedic, or working as a firefighter, there’s no reason I should be expected to “thrive in a fast-paced, high-pressure environment.” Just fix the terrible management and stop running your office like a circus.
This time last year i was fighting for my life. today, i'm fighting for my life. However, there's a significant change in the quality of the fight and the quality of the life i'm fighting for