Can't stop worrying. I feel like I'm drowning. I work two jobs--both of which I don't particularly like (one that I hate)--and I cannot get ahead money-wise. I'm so scared something is going to happen to me, my car, or (stupidly enough) my cats. I saw my pdoc today who wanted to put me on more meds for the anxiety--like another antidepressant; she won't put me on a benzo--but I refused. Just don't want more meds. She also told me she's transitioning to only seeing kids so I'm getting a new pdoc soon. Great. I don't think I can do therapy any longer. I don't feel that it's helping and it's something that, if it's not helping, I just can't afford.

I never thought I'd be in this place in my life. Too poor to be able to save money, pay for dentistry, pay for certain necessities, and afford to do anything, but too rich to be able to get any kind of public assistance.