I'm kinda back in the dumper again. Not actively having SI but I am so OVER this whole jobless/poverty thing. My family and I were dirt-poor for years and I swore once I got out of nursing school that we would never be again.....well, now I can't nurse and can't seem to figure out what other work I can do, and yet our income is still "too high" for any sort of assistance. It's our overhead that's killing us. Nobody's fault but our own.....well, MY own. I'm the one with the history of bipolar shopping.

I know, First World problems and all that. But knowing that I'm probably going to be more or less homeless in a few weeks or so doesn't do a thing for the mood, and there's no pill that will make this go away. At least I don't have the SI thing going; I'm sleeping well again and able to recognize that my brain is trying to murder me, and I'm not going to let it.