No; I Don't Want To Talk About It.

This isn't a happy post. You should stop reading now.

I'm miserable.
Everything I do seems to be wrong and upset someone.
Every move I take or try to take someone gets hurt and upset with me.
Even the simplest things seem to go wrong and backfire on me.
I feel ignored and undervalued at work. I work hard for no respect or praise. Which would be bad enough but it's worse, I'm constantly subjected to a stream of abuse from my "superiors" upset for being promoted beyond their skills, a fact that their narcissistic personalities won't allow them to see.
Boiled down to it's core my job follow a basic and  unswerving formula. I go to a problem. I get abused. I fix the problem. I get no thanks, usually just more abuse. Rinse and repeat.
People look to me for the answers. Sort their problems. To alleviate their pain. I give what I can. A balm for their soul. It's never enough. More is always needed.
I hide myself. Wear a mask. Try to look happy. Be nice. Eat my greens. It's hard.
I'm both physically and mentally exhausted, I don't know how much more I can take before I fall; broken. Lost in a sea of sadness.....


....but I have a lighthouse shining out to sea for me. A beacon of hope and joy. A ray of light peircing through the dark to illuminate my way. My Love. My Dear. My Wife.
However I worry. Worry that I take to much from her and return not enough. I need to do more for her..........