To my husband,
who just saved my life this morning. I was going to take a bottle of pills.
All I want to do is to something worthwhile. The job that I worked so hard to get, has lost it’s meaning.
Feel like I’m being forced to pound harder and on the rocks all day. I never build anything. My rocks are wonderfully
hideous when complete. Neatly stacked back to the bottom of the pile, waiting to be hacked away again by somebody else.
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why dont you just quit that job?
what brought you to this situation?