Chili
You're a wizard, Harry
- Sep 27, 2023
- 147
I just wanted to vent.
I'm trying to recover. Life is driving me mad. There should be no reason for me to struggle this much.
I have a job that pays okay, but I absolutely loathe it. It is destroying me physically and mentally. It's not structured at all. One day, I may get out on time. The next day, I will work 8 AM to 4:30 AM and there is no in-between. I can't even tell people my job on here out of fear someone will find me, but I Can. Not. Do. It. I've been in this job for 2+ years, which is far more than most make it. But every day stepping into the building makes me so anxious to the point of being sick. But, I'm saddled with so many student loans that it is crippling me. I have found a roommate, but I've never lived with someone before. I'm hoping this will cut down my living costs, so I can knock out this debt WHILE working another job. I just don't have a life. I go to work, I hate work, I get out at God knows when (today will be 7 PM), get yelled at for not hitting numbers (they've cut our overtime. NO OVERTIME!! They yell, when they expect me to be able to provide good, quality care to my clients AND see them all when I have TRIPLE the recommended case load), so I have to work afterhours for free.
If I don't work afterhours for free and someone dies, that's on me.
When I get home, I just pass out. I've been trying to be better about cleaning and showering. I pet and love on my cats everyday. I tried to see a therapist and psychiatrist, but wowie. We have shit insurance. It is still $190 out of pocket for my psychiatrist, and $210 ($199 was the cheapest therapist I could find in my area) for a therapist EACH session. So, I quit going because my ass is poor.
Like, there is no end to this. I just want to live comfortably (not in fear of my next meal with a roof over my head of some kind, I'll take a fucking RV man), and have some semblance of a life outside of work. This is killing me but goddamn I can not claw my way out of it.
The moral of the story is that I should have been a carpenter or a mechanic, or something technical. College was never for me. I prefer to work with my hands, get out at the same time, and make things. But I don't know any sort of physical labor job that would take a woman with no experience in her 20's.
I'm trying to recover. Life is driving me mad. There should be no reason for me to struggle this much.
I have a job that pays okay, but I absolutely loathe it. It is destroying me physically and mentally. It's not structured at all. One day, I may get out on time. The next day, I will work 8 AM to 4:30 AM and there is no in-between. I can't even tell people my job on here out of fear someone will find me, but I Can. Not. Do. It. I've been in this job for 2+ years, which is far more than most make it. But every day stepping into the building makes me so anxious to the point of being sick. But, I'm saddled with so many student loans that it is crippling me. I have found a roommate, but I've never lived with someone before. I'm hoping this will cut down my living costs, so I can knock out this debt WHILE working another job. I just don't have a life. I go to work, I hate work, I get out at God knows when (today will be 7 PM), get yelled at for not hitting numbers (they've cut our overtime. NO OVERTIME!! They yell, when they expect me to be able to provide good, quality care to my clients AND see them all when I have TRIPLE the recommended case load), so I have to work afterhours for free.
If I don't work afterhours for free and someone dies, that's on me.
When I get home, I just pass out. I've been trying to be better about cleaning and showering. I pet and love on my cats everyday. I tried to see a therapist and psychiatrist, but wowie. We have shit insurance. It is still $190 out of pocket for my psychiatrist, and $210 ($199 was the cheapest therapist I could find in my area) for a therapist EACH session. So, I quit going because my ass is poor.
Like, there is no end to this. I just want to live comfortably (not in fear of my next meal with a roof over my head of some kind, I'll take a fucking RV man), and have some semblance of a life outside of work. This is killing me but goddamn I can not claw my way out of it.
The moral of the story is that I should have been a carpenter or a mechanic, or something technical. College was never for me. I prefer to work with my hands, get out at the same time, and make things. But I don't know any sort of physical labor job that would take a woman with no experience in her 20's.
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