Getting up from the very bottom of this dark, dank pit is really, really hard.
But I’m trying, and that’s enough.
I’ve called a few job agencies and let them know I’m available for work (am I, though?)
I’m still alive.
I’d HONESTLY RATHER NOT BE, but there you go.
Everything I thought I knew, I don’t. Everything I believed in has become questionable. My marriage. My faith in myself. My world as it is. Nothing is as sure as it used to be. That is very difficult to deal with.