I get weak 

There are days that it takes everything for me to push myself and continue to still be here. There are other days that it feels effortless and those days are much easier for me. I’ve probably been off my medication for over a month now and for the most part I think I’m doing pretty good. I still am a temp and I hate just being a temp. Without any raise, no holiday pay, no vacation…having not seen family or friends back home in four years it’s taxing me. People have no clue what it takes for me to maintain and push myself every day. To try to see the light, to remain positive and to carry on. They hate my weakness and run from it. They run because they don’t want to deal with it, they run because they don’t care, they run because they just can’t. They don’t think, they don’t see and they can’t deal.