Lately

Lately I’ve been having a hard time living. I mean I get up, go to work, come home, and sleep.

That’s all I do.

I don’t feel as depressed as I have before, but I don’t feel alive either.

Seven years and I still miss being married. The sense of purpose.

My ex acts like we never knew each other and others act like I was never a husband or father. I’m almost no one.

I’m trying to find myself in work, but at all turns I’m reminded that I’m really not one. This company, 7 Eleven, really doesn’t celebrate its workers in any sort of way. There are thank yous for the effort. No bonuses. Only the mistakes and missteps are addressed.

I’m good at my job, and I’m in no position to start again, so I’m stuck.