Dear Mama,
I feel so empty, unaccomplished, and in limbo. I've been trying to fight it, Mama. This nagging anxiety inside that is always triggered by the smallest thing. It's really so difficult when you try to keep everything inside, Mama.
Lately, I've been getting some 'advise' at work about the slightest thing. I might just be paranoid, but it feels like I am 'next' and they are just looking for the perfect reason to avoid any conflict.
Maybe it's just me. I don't know, Mama.
I wish you were here.
Daddy
