Day 1: Some Positive Shit

Fifteen days is a long fucking time. And I have hit a brick wall. So I reached out to my pally, Jason Maze. Maze says, "You have to end it on a positive. Like the news stations do". p.s. Easier said than done. 

The one positive I COULD think of though, was my work family. Those are the people who made me get out of my car each morning to join in on the office shenanigans. 

Those are the people who I got to vent to and didn't have to worry about breaking confidentiality to. 

Those are the people who would bend over backward when they saw me struggling, smack my face, remind me that it's okay to cry, but for chrissakes, get my shit together and put my game face on.

Those are the people who listened to me blurt out long phrases of cuss words and never once complained about "The Potty Mouth Girl". 

Those are the people who stood by me and backed me up when office politicians reared their ugly ass heads. 

Those are the people who made me belly laugh every goddamn day with inappropriate jokes. 

Those are the people who I hope will keep in contact because they should know I'm always down to go out for some drinks and talk some shit about dumbass parents. 

Those are the people who I hope will track me down if they're ever in the neighborhood. 

Those are the people who egged me on into making bad decisions, which technically, are now "good fucking memories". 

Those are the people who helped me grow as a person and a better Case Manager. 

Those are the people who I am going to miss forever and ever because we went through hell and back and have seen such horrible shit together that we are now bound for life due to secondary trauma.

So that's what I will take away. That's my positive. That's who I will think about and miss every goddamn day.