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
Corporate medicine is corrupting America's healthcare system. One company is leading the way, claiming to be healers with "practice made perfect." It's a lie. Find the truth from employee complaints, patients wrongfully sent to collections, and many other sources. Instead of putting the oath of "do no harm" first, money is what now comes first.