I get tired of this shit. I am cranky and cynical before my time. I feel like putting on an armor of rudeness and strong language it is the only way that I can survive.

I am not strong enough to meet this with love and compassion. I am not strong enough to come into to work and be a gentle person with everyone I interact with.

I worry that I have become poisoned, that in my efforts to defend myself from the toxicity and to keep myself from being treated as a doormat (again), that I am now contributing to the problem.