Darkplace

I am angry. Angry, angry, angry, angry, angry. January. February. March. April. May. June. July. August. September. Angry, angry, angry, angry, angry. You nasty, nasty people. Compassion my arse. Shame it doesn't extend as far as your fellow man.

You made me feel ashamed that I was ill. You made me feel ashamed that I had cancer. You made me feel I wasn't worthy of one single thought, word or dead. You made me feel abandoned. You made me feel bewildered. You made me feel alone. You made me feel idiotic. You made me feel worthless. You made me feel embarrassed. You made me feel sorrow. You made me feel grief. You made me feel like nothing. You make me feel anger.

I resigned due to my ill health. Why did you resign from me?

January. February. March. April. May. June. July. August. September.

I am trying very, very hard to get through this. But they have scarred me. They have taken my trust. They act as though I was nothing; am nothing. They have hurt me beyond my capacity to deal with it. Beyond belief.