I think those of us who work outside of our homes will agree that we spend enough time with co-workers to feel that our workspaces and coworkers become our second homes?
Well my second home has become filled with worry, illness and sorrow, which I finally realized is the reason I return home so wiped out. I've been arriving home too tired to login and check email, peruse tweets or interact with friends. Mentally and emotionally I'm simply drained.
I have one gal with a mom suffering from Alzheimer's and the constant threat of limb amputation due to poor circulation and boils. Another gal's mom has blood clots in her leg and a husband bedridden from a very weak heart. If he should have another heart attack paddles cannot be used because of the open hole in his chest.
Yet another gal suffers from severe depression and suicidal tendencies and has cut herself at work on occasion, while another gleefully wears her bi-polar disorder like a badge. Finally another gal's convinced that she channels the spirits of the recently departed and her "home is a hub for those who can't find their way to crossover".
Am I serious? You bet I am. I'm not creative enough to come up with this stuff by myself. All of these personalities and their related life challenges drain me of my life force. I need to regain control and preserve what I have.
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