Hanging Together by Threads

Work is not okay. People are unhappy. There is a lack of trust that permeates the air and makes the camaraderie that once flourished here, sour and stink. I don't know what to do. I feel the weight of it, the weight of wanting to make this better but not having a clue what to do. Will time shift this? Would mediation work? How will anyone feel safe enough to speak what is truly on their minds? The silence says so much but doesn't do a damn thing to change our reality.

I hate not knowing what to do. I hate hearing that people I value and respect are looking for new jobs. I hate seeing people give up or come to a job they no longer enjoy. It is hard enough work without this. Even if we all spoke our truth, would it matter?

And in the midst of holding everyone else's frustrations and worries, there are my own. I am one of the few who did not get the raise they were promised. After three years here, I am the lowest paid Director. I was told what my job would be a year ago, without any real discussion. I am starting to believe I am not working in the capacity that is best suited for my talents and strengths. I am not sure what to do next but something brews inside me.