12 hours of sleep and I’m still exhausted and miserable. Losing my job did a number on me. I’m trying so hard to start my own business but finding a place to lease is the hardest part of all. Yesterday I ran into an old client who told me that my ex boss is still telling people I quit. He’s trying to turn people against me even now. He even lied to unemployment so that it would be harder for me to get any money.

I’m not strong enough to handle this much stress. It’s one of the things I hate most about myself. I’m weak, self loathing and I don’t enjoy life like the average person. My job was my saving grace, my identity, everything. I’d hang myself if I didn’t have my mom’s support.