Note: The following is part of the musings of what I've recorded whenever I've had a thought. I'll jot it down in my phone. I've decided to flesh some of it out into more cohesive journal entries. But in some cases, it's already a full-fledged journal entry. There have been so many moments when everything seemed impossible. I’ve been depressed, anxious, suicidal, and angry. I’m scared, because I’m stuck in this place where I can’t work and can’t get a job. There are still those times like what I felt in December when I wanted to just die. I don’t blame that on the treatment I received on May 18. I put 100% of the blame on management at my former employer for making me feel like I’m worthless. I was raised to work. I wasn't raised to be someone who has to rely on others. When I think about being disabled, I think about my ex-husband laying around all day watching television and playing video games. He told me once how his doctor said that was all he "cou
I told you in my introductory post that I wouldn't mention my former employer by name. I am providing some hints in this post. I understand that by not telling you the name flat out makes it more difficult, but I am still reeling over the fact that they did what they did to me. I need to mention that I was raised by a physician. It's very difficult for me to disparage any kind of company where other physicians or advanced care providers are the ones who do the work for which the rest of the employees are getting paid. However, I've learned that in order for a company like this to run smoothly, administrative staff needs to be well-trained and valued. Also, the physicians and advanced care providers should be just as valuable. There was a time when everyone was valuable. That's changed. Only the executive staff and management seem to be the ones who benefit. I think this is why there's such a problem with the American healthcare for-profit model. With this partic