I’ve realized work is the front line for mental health. I joined anti work a while back because I’ve experienced the hell scape that is corporate slavery. For the past 2 years I’ve been working for a very small manufacturing company. We are all closer than the average sweat house. The owner of the damn company just helped me move a dresser into my house for my newborn son. He’s a fucking dickhead and we fight about a lot of things but he’s a good guy nonetheless.
Yet two people died by their own hands in our crew. I can’t even fucking sleep at this point. I knew they were struggling. I was so fucking close to telling the owner “ Let that fucking guy get some help and he can come back”. He would call out every pay day and get high. I watched him become weaker and weaker. Shit I knew what was going on cuz I’ve been through it myself. Yet I stopped myself because I am programmed to mind my own business. Even when that person is drowning right in front of me. This past weekend another guy gave himself the X. I can’t even speak of it right now. I can’t help but blame myself because I could feel his sorrow. This is the failure of pure capitalism. For every win there are countless loses.
We spend all our time at work. We suffer in silence. Both times I felt like it was inappropriate to reach out and help these guys. There’s something wrong here.