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Roller coaster madness

It may be that my calling to write is bursting on site. I am seeing my care giving bearings dashed on the rocks. There is my time at Erie homes bubbling in my gut. What am I supposed to think or say that even matters or is my goal to shut up and keep my mouth shut. Haven't I said enough?
Then there is Frank. It hurts to see him being taken advantage of but there is little or nothing I can do. I have talked to the agency and they are tied up in the same way. It is his choice and in the background his mother chomping at the bit. I pray to God for justice, a modern day Job. I need to be reminded that even the prophets went into exile. How can I avoid the same happening to me?