What it takes to break me

Broken.

Somehow, others at the place where I work now have managed to accomplish what life crises haven't: I now feel broken. In spirit, broken. In drive, broken.

I have always been proactive, self-directing, gap-filling.

It seems that this has made others who have no direct authority over me upset because they can't control this.

And, as one would have it, they've managed to, through the use of the Adult Tantrum, create an environment in which I cannot take a step without seeking their ratification.

The only thing I have any control over lately seems to be my own spirit. And this is being mangled, abused.

Broken.