Sometimes I feel as if I exist in a frozen world. I recently had to fire someone for showing completely intoxicated for their shift. I can’t help feeling all of the guilt attached to the multitude of shifts I’ve worked in an altered and addicted state of mind.
What says I deserve to keep my life while she looses hers. How is this fair or just, why has her luck been so lacking and mine so fruitful? It all feels and is so wrong.