The Marsh Marsh Chronicals

UPDATED: 5/16/2018 with some more stuff I remembered, some stuff I have learned after the blog was shared with the public and to clear up a few points.  PART ONE: Intro: It's a Hard Pat Life Recently I was asked why since October of 2016, I have been an emotional wreck. People are dumbfounded when they say something to me and I repeat it wildly and explain that I have a "filter" where I hear things wrong. Since October, I attempted to kill myself three times, I called the suicide prevention hotline at least 5 times and have a panic attack whenever the phone rings, a door to an office is shut suddenly behind me or my new boss walks in the room and everyone shouts, "Good Morning, Pat!" (Her name is Pat) In order to tell you why, I must start with a confession. I am a survivor of abuse. Not domestic abuse, not physical abuse. But, emotional abuse. Emotional abuse that came from a place that prides itself on "open door policies," and an "

Intimidation. You think you’ve won. Discrimination. My words were spun. I may have epilepsy. But that’s not all there is to me. And don’t think that I can’t see. Everything you’ve done to me. Congratulation. You convinced me it was my imagination. You “Hitler,” you blamed it on my “filter.” Contemplation. No hesitation. I’d be doomed to damnation But, I wanted to end the pain. No need to live if I am insane. I remember clearly that day when I tried to file a complaint. You abused me without restraint. Your heart was dark, so you gas lit. I guess you thought that I’d forget. Both of you on your high horses, Where was the “human” part of “human” resources? I am now free, but you will never be. May you have to live with your shame. And may you remember my name. May your guilt show you my face One day, tru