i feel depressed. i am not living a life completely parallel with my values. i value freedom, being self-employed, not being a slave.
but i am a slave. wake up at 7:15 am every day and do the same, hollow, soulless doings until 5:30ish pm (or later, until they give me permission to leave). i am a completely their slave. i am owned. no soul. no joy. no life. i sit in a florescent lit room with no windows and a supervisor who sits across from me and stares. this is someone i've little respect for. yes, she is polite enough to me now... but she acted in horrid ways i cannot forget. she is not someone i enjoy working with, let alone working under. i only stay at this place in hopes of attaining health insurance and the fact i don't have to deal with customer service.
because of my slavery and lack of freedom... i am depressed. i feel ineffective, socially impotent. i used to have these dreams where i was SO ANGRY but when i went to punch the offender with all of my might... my punch went slow-mo and soft. it was like grazing their face gently with a feather. these dreams seem indicative of how i feel in real life.
i am grateful for what i have created... a safe roof over my head, clean running water, a kitchen, etc... i just loathe being a slave for it and wonder is it worth it. i feel i'm worth so much more money, health insurance, etc. i don't know. i just needed to get this off my chest. that's all.