I Hope This Finds You Well

by Natalie Sue

So many office situations show no regard for people with anxiety, yet we’re the bad guys if we can’t cope.

But every one of them shows up on Monday, until the weeks turn into a life sentence.

I’ve spent more time with these people than anyone. We’re forced to work together in close proximity every day, which really means we’re forced to live together. And it’s the living involved. The sheer humanity of that, which could never be professional, or even normal. We’re all dry flecks of skin turning to dust and breathing each other up. It’s too much.

When I was a child and we were shopping for school supplies, she told me I didn’t need an eraser, I just shouldn’t make mistakes.

HR Stands for: Helpful Rarely

Why can’t we normalize telling babies and the people who love them to fuck off in some polite way?