I am sometimes so frustrated that among my fibromylagia, chronic fatige and cyclic vomiting syndrome that that would be more than most can handle. But you know what, all of those things together - 8,000 or so, whereas the bipolar, by itself, is at about 800 millions. No hyperbole, no joke.
I'm trying to get a job because we need the income and I am tired beyond belief of being a stay-at-home wife, I am just afraid that no one will hire me, and that no one will give me a chance. I am an excellent driver and hard worker, I am devoted to getting the job done until it's done, not til the shift is over.
I am as always afraid of failure. That's all I seem to be able to do is fail. Perhaps this time will be different? Oh Goddess Isis I hope so. Please, Lady of Water, hear my prayer, Ra, God of the Sun, hear my pray. Sekhmet, Goddess of the earth and my own personal patron, help me to dig out from underneath this pile of rock so that I can walk on my own two feet again. And Ra, keeper of the sun and daylight, help me to face this new day and new phase of my life.
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