Bruce is very sick.

He can't look for work now, or even do his taxes (from 2009 to present) and he is too overwhelmed to even think about it all.

My uncle is coming down in April.

I am waiting for him to come.

I am waiting for Bruce to get well and feel better.

I have never worked before and was diagnosed with three mental illnesses (depression GAD, and BPD), plus PTSD so I have stacks against me. I do not have any confidence yet. I can just see a boss leaning his feet on his desk, saying, "Now, Billi, do you think you can handle yourself?"

Also, I am not too healthy, either right now. I was going to explore the idea of joining a clubhouse (for mental health consumers) and maybe getting some job training (have no idea what!) helping bring some money in, but I have been in too much dental pain (not sleeping from that) and now very very exhausted from pain and lack of sleep. And half-sick too. That has to wait. Until I am feeling stronger.

I am holding on to the idea that things WILL LOOK UP.

But I am terrified that I am waiting for our money to run out and that we will end up on the street unless my uncle can help us figure out something in April.

I think we have at least one more month in our apt.

Oh, g*d...

Billi