My Co-Workers (My Schizophrenia)

Work was going crappy, I was not doing a very good job at all. I kept hearing voices, but told no one. I was very depressed, sad & unhappy in my relationship, I wanted out of that so bad. But I felt stuck in the relationship. I hated my job, most of the people I worked with & myself, most of all. They were treating me like shit at work. The things I did for my co-worker, Karen, & she continued to stab me in the back. Once during work, we were working together & she had a really bad hang-over, & I let her sleep in back of the jeep while I did all the work & I never told a soul, until now. Now if it was the other way around she would of told on me. Well down the road it all caught up with her, she finally lost her job & her home, because of the drug use, actually it’s a shame, because her daughter is turning out just like her, what a waste. I don’t wish anything on anybody, except the people trying to destroy our country, but she did treat me like crap. I guess it’s true that, What Comes Around Goes Around. Also Shirley our foremen, she would be one of those who would be so nice to your face, but behind your back the knife went in really deep. They sure didn’t make my illness any better. I was hurt, angry & felt so very alone. All I could think about was suicide. My head boss Margaret finally came to me one day and said that if I didn’t get some help I was going to be fired. I asked her if I went would she go with me my first time and she said yes. So I found a therapist.