I am tired of crying myself to sleep. I feel pulled by work and home. Something has got to give.
I’m sick. Everyone at work is sick and since I am their supervisor if they can’t work I have too.
I don’t want to have to force my work smile, I want it to be a real genuine smile; an expression of real feelings.
I want to slip into an alternate reality. One where I like my job, my daughter’s mind is whole, and I can feel hope.
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray my hope to keep.