It’s 9 pm, I made it through the day and pocketed some money. I still feel awful and depressed. My mother passed this January and so did my father. I lost my job after 18.5 years of hard work. I have nobody and nobody ever offered to help me. It was always me taking care of other people’s needs. Now I’m alone. I’m so used to no one ever caring. I can’t say I’m a wasted life since I did care for my mother with dementia till her dying breath and my father who wasn’t the easiest and best of people.
I’m not gambling and have no wish to. I self-excluded, so I wouldn’t be able to either.
My wish for tomorrow is for God to lead me out of this mental state I’m in, to give me the energy and motivation I need to start job hunting and to fill me with hope.
Dear God, give me the strenght to send out a few resumes tomorrow. That’s all I ask.
