Falling into Place

Things just seem to be falling into place lately. It's amazing how I'm able to see events slowly unfolding in my favor. The power of prayer really is an everyday miracle. I felt like I was experiencing a break down this past week with going to the emergency room, my grandfather's passing, coworkers with cruddy attitudes, and even a few bad hair days thrown in. I've been working at the school for about two and a half years now, and it's really been eating at me. I felt like I was going to snap at any time. You're not supposed to be in a unit like mine for more than 24 months. It's high-stress to say the least, and really I cannot progress in my career without going back to a regular unit again. After I was assaulted last fall by one of my co-workers I asked to move away from the unit. They convinced me that I would be at the top of the list to move, and all I needed to do was cross-train a new person for a couple weeks before leaving. It's been nearly a year now, and I'm still living in my prison. Working at the school was amazing before all this happened. I felt like I belonged. A couple months after the incident though, my coworkers started to drift away from me. It's like they're scared that I'll start crying at any minute, or if they give me a high-five I'll claim assault on them too. It's like I have cooties! I need a new start with new people. Somewhere that I'm not known as a victim or a liability. Like I said, things are falling into place for me, and I need this more now than ever. I'll keep you posted...