I’m on this job working as a casemanger. I love what I do. I come into people’s lives and I take all that is wrong and help find a solution to fix it. I get the difficult cases because I have a way with people. I think today is the first time I hated my job! It is not because of the cases I have but rather the casemangers who do bare minimum. This job requires patience, time, and alot of understanding. If you cant put in a little extra time into helping a family get back together, then your in the wrong business.
My sadness isn’t from any of that previously mentioned. I realized that my heart is plagued with lost. It just seems that, I have the losing end of the stick. I have come to grips with the fact that love has to be given and recieved but I feel like I have been cheated. My heart keeps coming back to this and it is impossible for it to ever manifest. So that leaves me to believe I might be a little insane because I keep coming back to it. Love is a drug and once you have had a sip you want to keep drinking, knowing you will get drunk but you just have to have more!
I not saying anything just feeling emotional!
Keeping this life moving until 99 1/2!