When someone says that no job is worth your life. They are so fucking true. And three years ago, I was doing a pretty mienrable job in manufacturing. Packing stuff for most of the time. I was there for 2 and a half years. After some time passed to where I was really starting to feel like I was getting suicidal, (back in 2019) and whenever we had some downtime, I remembered I used to take this box cutter out of my pocket and just stare at it for a while. Having the most terrible thoughts you could only think of… thankfully, that was when it was time for me to get as far the hell away from that place as I possibly could.
I needed to eventually go on disability to this very day though. Due to being unable to function I guess in society has made me more of a recluse and unable to maintain a job for very long. But, on the flipside, I'm ok with that since I found the peace and quiet to be enjoyable. And I've also been getting counseling to this very day amongst other kinds of trauma that I won't get into. That kind of pain, just never really goes away..but anyways, I just wanted to share my story here and hope it helps someone out there. Because being in that dark place inside your head? And having suicidal thoughts? It's scary as hell.