I'm hanging in there and relaxing waiting for my interview. I need to look good so I am sleeping a lot, not to look stressed out. I feel I can get this job! I hope it works out. I am being positive. I am going to just take it easy until the interview and see how it goes. I am confident again. I was feeling bad about my situation but have some things going for me. I have enough food and a place to sleep. I have some money still to carry me over. I feel grateful for the little things. I was sad. But, I'm free again. I have nobody to blame but myself if I don't survive. I guess, I could have gotten disability if I begged for it. But, my doctors say I can work. So, they must see something I don't see. I was homeless and psychotic- hospitalized 8 times. But, they say I can work. lol, ok! I am doing ok not stellar but ok. I should take it as a compliment that my doctors think I can work. I sometimes want to give up. But, I have to survive here somehow. Noone around me cares about me. So, I figure that I should care about myself. I will make it again. I just wish it were easier to do.