I’m here alone in the dark typing this and wondering how I will sleep. I called my mother. Why? I do not know. I don’t think I will ever learn. Perhaps I call because I feel that is what you should do – call your mother for comfort. And then I end up a bawling, screaming mess who typically just hangs up. My mother doesn’t understand. She will NEVER understand and I truly believe now, she doesn’t want to understand. She has never been able to love me there way I want to be loved. She doesn’t love me the way I love my son. don’t even get me started on my father.
I have so much pain right now. I took two pills in hopes it will quiet my mind and take my focus off the pain. But all I can think about is how much my head hurts, my heart hurts and how much they have been hurting. I wish the pain I feel on the inside would appear on the outside. I was going to get the kitchen knife but I came here to the laptop instead. now I have to make sure I remember to tell my psychiatrist that I thought about cutting again.
The cards are always stacked against me. I try so hard to look at the positive but I teach (preschool at that) so I get paid less than 2,100 a month. half of that goes to rent, another $110 goes to electricity and heat, another $130 is internet and phone, another $200 is banked for for future expenses (car insurance, personal property tax, life insurance) $50 to retirement, $190 for car payment. That leaves about $400 and that has to go to CC debt. Hence why I have been selling plasma quite regularly due to needing $ for food, gas, Rx, Dr copays, etc. I don’t get paid well to do what I enjoy. But to not do what I enjoy would make me even more miserable than I already am. I would be in a new circle of hell if I did a job just for the money.
I really want to try neurofeedback therapy but that is not covered by insurance……big surprise because why take care of the brains of our human race. I suppose it is insurance’s twisted survival of the fittest. If we don’t cover things that the big pharmicudical companies contribute to then we can clean out a lot of the population. The worst part is that the one thing that keeps me alive is ripped from me 50% of the time because of the courts and I also have to allow him time to play with friends and grandparents. voila I get left alone again.
Once I was ok, and now I’m downing in failure again. Of course today I had to be in the same room as my ex for orthodontics consult. Cue the PTSD, racing heart, about to puke, can’t focus. edgy. Then add on the expense of the wires etc, really the orthodontist should be pleased I didn’t puke when they told us our portion of the expenses.
I just need another whole income, not a bits and pieces income like my Beachbody, plasma donation, and babysitting is.