The quiet
It’s all weighing on me tonight. The almost hopeless apartment search, the unemployment, my health (I’m not sick, just fat and disgusting), my kids don’t ever call me, not hearing from anyone, and wanting to talk to Patty about it all.
I know the answers to all of the concerns and I know what I have to do. I’m just feeling the heaviness of everything and I just want something to make me feel ok to happen.
I just want to be told I’m going to be ok, but I’m not. Not with all this happening. I want to somehow just have that Oprah, Dr. Phil type of rescue. I just want someone to take control of me so I can just breathe.
I have to figure out how and where I can live. My options are closing quickly. I have to not pay rent here so I can pay rent somewhere else. The deposits and rents people are asking for are horrible.
the other place didn’t work out? Affordable housing is laughable. We can send money all over the world, but we aren’t good stewards of our own people here…I hope you can work something out soon so you can relax, even a little bit. hugs
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How much longer do you have before you have to be out of the apartment you are in?
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Oh the deposits are outrageous. I was just looking at my bank statement from when I moved last year and it’s depressing. Hang in there, you have my sympathy.
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