Being a manager has been so draining lately. In a perfect world, people would show up to work, do their job, work as a team, and not whine about s***. Sometimes I feel like I work with children. It's been so bad, I can't wait to get away from everyone and come home and do stuff that I enjoy. Getting MY work done is getting hard. I have people venting to me constantly, and it's really starting to effect my moods and stability.

I wish I had the drive and creativity I had prior to meds so I could write again. I love to sit and dream about making a living as an author.