Nine Hundred & Thirty Three
Theme: Suicidal.
I'm so depressed. I feel like I've just flipped. My friend at work is sort of not coming back again. I feel distraught. I am beyond suicidal. All I have to do is pop some extra pills of Tramadol, it would be that easy. I feel so lost, so hurt. Who will I have now? Everyone I get close to just leaves. I'm so on my own. I want out of this fucking job so badly. I'm putting serious effort into finding a new job. I have to get out otherwise I will just flat out quit. My mum has told me that it's okay for me to quit because of how unhappy I am there. Every time I report bullying that's happened to myself I either get told to shut up or the boss walks away from me. I feel so drawn. I'm done. I'm tired, sick and hopeless. I just can't be arsed any more. I've got a ton of jobs to apply for tomorrow. Some of the one's I'm hopeful for are as follows:
Thornton Ward - Heather Ward - Aston Unit - Ashby Unit -
Thornton Ward - Heather Ward - Aston Unit - Ashby Unit -
- Bosworth Ward - Oakham House - Bradgate Unit.
All psychiatry. I couldn't imagine not working in psychiatry.
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