We have such a kind bunch of ladies at work. I was struggling today and Veronica got worried about me.
"You sure you are okay?" she would ask poking her head in my office door.
"Yeah, I am fine," I replied with a weak smile.
I am unsure how much they all know about my mental illness. They are all aware that I am on psychiatric medications. I try not to think about it too much.
I spent most of today finishing organizing my office. I can be kind of neat freak and like an orderly working space. Some of the employees often use my computer during the day and will leave a mess.
"You sure you are okay?" Veronica asked one more time.
"Nothing a little rest won't cure," I replied.
She smiled warmly, patted me on the shoulder, and walked back to the front to continue helping with filling prescriptions.