I am clearly not the person to give advise. I cannot tell you what to do but I'll tell you what I did. Here's a back story. I had birth my children when I was still young. I was skinny and it made me conscious because I don't look like a mother instead I look like an older sister to my children- and it's not flattering. Teachers, Social workers and Doctors doesn't seemed to trust my own children with me because I look like a kid myself. So I piled on weight. At the same time my divorce was finalized and I was free. I was also started on medication. After a few months I had gained 20 kg and I became overweight. I intended for a little weight gain but not being obese. I look at the mirror and I was devastated. Over the years, in my twenties I battled weight gained and depleting confidence. Then the pandemic came. It was during the fasting month of Ramadhan that I started working out after breaking my fast. I lost only two kilos. Then when the lock down was slowly redu...
I have been in and out of mental institution many times.
I have gaps in between jobs.
Worse still, I have memory gaps.
I've tried working in a fast food restaurant, the same one only
in different outlets.
But I was too medicated.
I was sleepy. Tired constantly.
I can't feel my arms.
My legs were jelly.
I saved enough money to take a security course.
My medications were reduced.
I worked 12 hours as a Security Officer.
I got a burnout.
The monthly injection makes me so lethargic beyond words.
I had frequent stomachache.
When it comes, I had diarrhea for a
few days.
Then I had constipation.
What the hell was going on? I asked.
I took a warehouse gig.
It was flexible to arrange around my
monthly injection.
But with diarrhea and constipation,
it made it so impossible to schedule work.
But I persevered.
I had lost a ton of weight from working at the warehouse.
Then the warehouse operations shifted to
another location.
I was given another task in the same warehouse.
I don't age well.
Age was creeping up to me.
My back was sore.
My fingers were numb every night
that I worked.
My feet felt burned.
Have you ever felt, like despite doing
everything wholeheartedly, it just fell flat
on your face?
Worse still, people either call me crazy
Or lazy.
I'm not lazy at work.
I stepped up because I have a point
to prove.
And that is- an insane person CAN work under the right conditions.
We need to eat too.
I WILL work.
But everytime I do my best, I always have
something that beats me down.
~When your best is not good enough,
a place will fit as soon as you find your footing in the right shoes. ~
@chirpbirdee
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