Sometimes the sadness takes over.
Sometimes the sadness takes over.
Not depressed.
Just sad.
Somewhere deep inside.
Work life.
No support.
No one to share things with.
No one to listen.
Sometimes I think I should just give up and quit.
But it's the job I love.
The job I wanted.
The job I was aiming for.
For a long time, I didn't even think of it as a job.
It was something I loved doing.
Something I was passionate about.
I was always willing to stretch a little further.
Learn a little more.
Take on a little more.
And then, somewhere along the way:
My questions.
No answers.
My concerns.
No answers.
Me stretching beyond my own limits.
Still no answers.
And slowly, something changed.
The work didn't.
I still love what I do.
But it hurts to care this much and feel this alone in it.
It makes me sad.
Not angry.
Not today.
Just sad.
And I find myself asking the same question again:
What am I still doing here?
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