Excerpt from an old diary

Something I found while cleaning out a shelf, from a really different life:

 

I'm very sick and tired of being blamed for everything. I'm not the cause of most problems in my workforce, yet I'm the only one getting yelled at. Why me?

I don't think I can take being laughed at in another meeting. I know I don't always know how to explain things perfectly. This feels like the worst parts of high school and elementary school all over again. Fun.

I'm suddenly in that phase of my life where I feel like I have no supports and nowhere to turn.

Dated September 5, 2013