me again. I just...don't...know. My big fear is that the stigma will catch up with me if I get any job, especially a decent, reasonably stable job I'm aiming for. I know, sounds...paranoid...but years ago, I pissed some "professionals" off and they told people I worked with (low wage, early 20something job) "their opinion," and...yeah. Fun times.

In an ideal world, I wouldn't have moved back to this area. In my world, I need my parents and I'm glad I moved back. I believe in God. I think God has made good of a lot of horrible things for me and for my family, because...well, I believe in a loving, kind, generous God, which (oddly enough) seems to set me apart from a lot of "Christians" out there ((off soap box now)).

Anyway, I'll keep on keepin' on. No shame in disability if you need it, that's for sure. And I'm glad we still have bits and pieces of a safety net in America, for obvious reasons. Could be worse, that's for sure.