Epic losses
I am here. I don't want to be here. I don't know where I want to be, but I know it's not here. In this place. In this position, yet again. I lost my job today. Too many absences. And yes, I may have just been a "temp", however, I need that income. My husband and I need that income to survive. I require health insurance. I require medications. I require routine psychiatrist, doctor, and therapist visits. I require things that cost money. A lot of money. These aren't frivolities of everyday fun... THIS IS MY LIFE. This is my everyday existence... My constant uphill battle within my head and heart. I always hated that question... what do you want to be when you grow up? I don't fucking know! I didn't know then and I sure as hell don't know now, and I think we can all agree that that is pretty obvious. I need a job. I hate working. I hate leaving the sanctity of my home. The comforts of my pajamas. And yet, I crave being out there with ...