Third Can Of Red Bull

One of the things that made me good at my last two jobs was connecting the dots. As a security guard and security supervisor my job was pretty simple, keeping your eyes open. And according to the awards, certificates, and promotions; I was pretty good at it. Saving my clients thousands if not hundreds of thousands of dollars. Throughout my work as a Systems Analyst I did pretty much the same thing. Only this time with a fancier degree (MBA) and my favorite people to please…shareholders. Working alone or as a team leader, it was up to us to improved flow plans through improved manufacturing and programming protocols.
 
But while my mind thrived at the work, my body could not. Even if I were to put myself down to doing security again, the physical and mental demands of the job are simply too much. So I was forced to retire after being listed as disabled by my doctors in 2015. That’s ten years. But even before then, I suffered a mental breakdown that I carefully hid since 1999. I did that so I could work and not be looked upon as one of those lazy individuals. But after my first “widow maker” I learned that all the hiding in the world doesn’t make the stress go away.
 
Still the journey has been far from easy. Fighting to gain the disability I worked to earn. Fighting myself because the journey to peace is never a smooth one. Fighting my body and it’s continuing efforts to shut down. To the bouts with depression and anxiety that I still suffer to this day. But still I press on. I don’t know why the hell I do it. But it’s probably because of my wife and son. But then again, it’s probably because I hate being proven wrong. But it doesn’t really matter, because I’m still here. Proving all the medical odds makers wrong. So why am I even mentioning this? I guess to show you that despite all the bravado and Red Bull you consume. Life can still kick your ass. So be proactive and aware of the warning signs. And for God’s sakes, put down that third can of Red Bull.