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Personal Narrative: Insecurity And Emotional Abuse

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I still feel very much exhausted despite sleeping for hours. This morning I woke up at 8:30am and have been resting at home. Perhaps, I shall go for a short run to boost my energy. I shall not complain as sleeping is still a natural way to repair the body and mind. It is much better than having to take drugs. I have been thinking about our last Wednesday discussion. There were 2 key issues: • Insecurity at work, • Feeling attack, Insecurity at work This is the first time I am on a term contract, the environment is unfriendly and my boss does not help me. I think knowing how I feel does help to mitigate my stress at work and to avoid emotional burnout. I have 2 choices: • Looking for a new job now, • Staying until the end of the term,

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