Eviction…

  I’m about to lose everything. Pure and simple. I have no money to pay my bills. I’m behind on everything. I’m out of time. Ten months of job hunting, trying to get my old job back and failing. Applied for all sorts of things including college. Nothing has come though. I’m in eviction now… Continue reading Eviction…

The Battle…

I keep having to defend myself to people. It’s exhausting and tiring and I honestly don’t have time for it. Maybe because none of what I’m suffering from is a “visible illness”. They just see me on the outside and that I’m somewhat intelligent and in my right mind that they can treat me like… Continue reading The Battle…

Learning New Things…

So yes, learning new things. It’s good for your brain. It can stave off Alzheimer’s. It can keep my anxious brain busy for a bit so I don’t keep worrying incessantly about my situation. Sometimes I feel like it’s my parents traits kicking in. My mom tried to learn several different languages. She learned French… Continue reading Learning New Things…

Three days…

  Things are looking pretty bad. Ok really, really bad. Horribly bad. Since I no longer have any money, I got my three day pay or vacate which ended Sunday. I have never been in this sort of situation. It was my first time renting alone. I’m honestly terrified. I have no idea how to… Continue reading Three days…

Holiday Blues…

Holidays were always a bit awkward for me. The step-mom not wanting me around made it hard to spend time at my Grandparents if she was there with my Dad & brothers. I got used to being ignored I suppose. Got used to not having my brothers in my life like I would have liked.… Continue reading Holiday Blues…

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee…

It’s the holidays and I haven’t posted in a while. I kept saying “I’m going to post this” and then I don’t remember until I’m already in bed! But I wanted to share with you something cute. I get inspiration for things all around me, including family, friends and their friends. I had noticed a… Continue reading Coffee, Coffee, Coffee…

Expenses…

  Eight dollars. You know someone hasn’t really been in a financial crisis when they cannot understand how you don’t want to part with even such a small amount. Hell spending a buck fifty for bus fare even. I grew up in a one parent household. Dad did help a bit financially, but it was… Continue reading Expenses…