What a week...Give me a break already...this month is ass fucking hard... We have such s hardcore lack of personnel even when nobody is sick and now even one sickness is detrimental...How come that I am the only one in our team who is not calling in sick every other week while I've been struggling with long term health issues for almost the entire year... If I can make it to work while my body is lacking essential metabolic substances AND with an ongoing infection in my tooth with puss coming out (yes I got it checked out yes it's supposed to do that during healing.) ...why is a cold keeping others home? I'm too underpaid for this shit...

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#Thanksgiving #ThanksgivingTablescape #dinner #siblingslove #relatives #love Siblings/Relatives: "We hope this year, you won't get upset if we become - once again - the Inquisition, interrogating you about your pathetic life, comparing it with your successful cousins..." Me:

Getting through (or trying to) one of the toughest work weeks I've ever had,thanksgiving week right before always is insane and it doesn't stop there (I think I mentioned last year the turkeys literally "Flying off the shelves") not getting my hopes up for a chill week this week at all,I do have some PTO so I might try to plan something if I'm able,I never like to stop or quit so I just go go go as much as I can...I DID get to go see Spirit Box with Periphery and another band,it was a great concert as I've been a fan of SpiritBox for awhile. My best friend of 13 years and I went,upgraded our seats from the standing balcony to sitting with tables,totally worth it! The bands we all tight and so so talented,SpiritBox totally kicked butt and my neck is still recovering from all the headbanging I did,overall amazeing and much needed !

I was on the Website "Tastebuds" for quite a while. Is there any sort of similar website used for sharing songs?

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Mental illness has spread. Bring back insane asylums. It’s a CHILD. Children can not make a decision, hence not know whether or not it’s a boy/girl. Let them be ! Let them just BE a child. https://x.com/AVGirl4Life/status/1987004852875243945

Happiness and good Fortune are like a golden sand flowing into an hourglass of life sometimes there are black grains representing the bad things that sometimes happen but for most they are tuning to gold once they reach the majority of gold. But for some people the sand has more black grains than most, and some of those tend to give their few golden grains to others to help them turn their black to gold, which often leave the givers with overpowering obsidian sand that often turns new gold to black. And if they ask others for just a speckle of gold in return to help Turing the black to gold, they often have to beg for it or end up turning the others sand black just by opening their their hourglass. I am certainly one of the latter people. My body and mind is filled with poisonous black sand and my tongue turns it into venom injecting it to others whenever reach for support or comfort. I have realized a very concerning pattern that gives me the worst anxiety right now. I'm poisoning the last golden grain of sand whenever I open my heart and don't swallow my feelings for once. I should finally stop trying and go back to being the quiet listener that gives her golden grains to others and fights against the black by herself. That will spare me from a lot of feelings of disappointment, and anxiety and guilt about upsetting others by voicing when I'm being upset or disappointed. I'll just suck it up and be too forgiving for my own good the sake of harmony. How sad is that? I have become scared of being upset because it upsets others and I feel guilty then. Can one be more of a peoplepleaser just to not end up all alone? Today was a terrible day on so many levels, not only was I still feeling upset, I was also anxious to the point of barely being able to breathe because I had I realized this destructive and poisonous pattern that always, really ALWAYS has been following when I open up and threatens the last good thing I have that is supposed to be an anchor right now. And on top of all, some actually supposedly good news came in from a friend but I can't be happy for them instead it really pulls me down because the topic reminds me of my health issues that are kinda related... And as I currently have no one to talk to because my tongue is venomous and I just ruin everone elses minds, I have to rant it out to strangers in the internet. Maybe the more creative writing approach I took in the beginning is at least somewhat enjoyable to read. It was kind inspired by this song... https://youtu.be/FK3TDHnD1_0?list=RDFK3TDHnD1_0

Lately, When I express my genuine thoughts and concerns, it feels like a form of punishment. This happens both at work, in meetings where input is supposedly valued, and in my personal life. My attempts to voice a concern or a different perspective are often dismissed as pessimism, exaggeration, or even egomania. It seems I am being penalized simply for having an opinion and for caring enough to be concerned. Increasingly, I feel that I am being passively silenced—not with a direct command, but with subtle cues and reactions that make thinking feel like a forbidden act. I am being reduced to a sounding board, a wall for others to shout at, with no expectation of a reciprocal conversation. My role is not to contribute, but to absorb. And then, people wonder. They wonder why I am burning out, why my energy and creativity have evaporated, why my motivation has dwindled to nothing. They don't see the cumulative weight of being silenced. I notice that the situation is gradually affecting my body. I currently only sleep with a tight chest and painful breathing, and I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart racing.