Last week I realized that working was the direct result of my depression getting worse. I could tell that I was just not enjoying 'work' in anymore and it was causing me more panic attacks and anxiety than usual. So I asked one of my warehouse co-workers, “do you ever cry at work or after work?”
There answer shocked me! I thought I was the only one that cried before my shift, during my shift, and I went home cried because I dreaded coming back. The mindless, repetitive, never ending, nature of the warehouse work made the place a living hell.
How have we allowed the human race to be used as wage slaves when we know the work will never provide a decent living, a car, or home. Most of my co-workers are food insecure and pre-homeless…
Thank you Jeff Bezos for the opportunity to work.