posted by Sodapop on Dec 29
I had a mini melt down this evening while on the phone with my sponsor. I told her about all of my fears and how horrible I’m feeling emotionally. She talked to me for awhile, lectured me for a bit and in the end, inspired me to work on getting out of this funk.
Fear = Fuck Everything And Run or it could mean Face Everything And Recover. It’s really my choice on which one I want to do. My fear of running out of money (which is not within a week of happening) has frozen me into this depressed state that I can’t seem to punch out of. It’s like I’m in a brown paper bag, trying to rip at it to get out and I can’t.
Why can’t I? I won’t LET myself. My disease tells me it’s better to think negatively and worry about things than to let it go and let my Higher Power handle it. From one of the suggestions Sheila gave me, I’m going to be writing some stuff and putting it in my God box that my friend Renee made me.
On the 2nd of January, I’m planning on finding some employment temp agencies and walking my resume in to them. I’ve emailed it to a few of the companies, but have gotten no response. So it’s time I meet them face to face.
I’m watching the Patriots and Giants game right now. The Pats are looking to make some serious football history tonight. I’m secretly hoping the Giants win. I didn’t say I’m predicting it, I’m just hoping for it. It’s not that I don’t like the Patriots, cause I do. I like Tom Brady and think he’s one incredible quarterback. I’m a Giants fan, so I want them to win. Period.
I digress. I’ve been feeling horrible since my interview yesterday. The interview itself went extremely well. It’s the timeline of the hiring process that has me feeling so horrid. The next step is not until the end of January and the step after that is mid-February and the actual hire time would not be until March sometime. Hence why I’m going to a temp agency, just to get me working. At least with a little bit of income, my money won’t run out as fast as with no income. Right?
I’ve been doing a lot of paid posts and that helps a little bit. Especially for groceries and what not. I still need to get the girls licensed and taken care of at a vet. I need to call them this next week too. I have a vet’s office just across the street from my apartment complex, so it’s not like it’ll be inconvenient or anything.
When I get into these funks, I just don’t want to do anything. I just don’t give a fuck about anything. If I wouldn’t end up homeless and sleeping in my car with the girls, I wouldn’t do anything. I would let myself lay on the couch all day in my PJ’s, watching TV.
This is not me. I do not do this. I do not lay down and let shit roll over me the way I have been the last two days. I’m going to find a way out of this funk. And I’m going to do it within a few days. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of being depressed. I’m tired of feeling lonely. I’m just tired. I’m tired of beating myself up. I’m tired of kicking myself while I’m down. I need to give myself a break and find my way out of this.
Until next time…