Life is full of ups and downs, or maybe my life is the only one that occasionally rises only to send me plummeting back to the earth at break-neck speeds. I've often heard life get compared to a roller-coaster, unexpected twists and turns, getting tossed around like a rag doll, but my life seems to be more like a magicians stage, full of illusion-casting mirrors and secret trap doors. I don't know which step I take is going to cause me to fall through the floor again, which causes me to live in a continuous state of heightened anxiety.
It's been over two months now since I started writing this blog. In the past sixty days I've lost my job, been taken to the emergency room via ambulance, and had horrible accusations made against me and against my boyfriend that couldn't be further from the truth. I suffer from enough shit that is actually wrong with me; I don't need anyone piling a bunch of fabricated shit on top of it.
Maybe things have to get worse before they can get better. When I started my blog, everything was going great. I had lofty goals. I was striving for high ambitions. I was hopeful and truly expected good things to begin manifesting in my life. This has not been the case.
I wish I could report that I've received a windfall of money, or at least that I'm on my way toward a billion-dollar income, but that's not the case. I'm worse off now than I was when I started. I had over a thousand dollars saved up; now, I'm down to my last ten bucks. I don't know how I'm supposed to expect things to ever turn around from here. I only know that they will.
It's been over two months now since I started writing this blog. In the past sixty days I've lost my job, been taken to the emergency room via ambulance, and had horrible accusations made against me and against my boyfriend that couldn't be further from the truth. I suffer from enough shit that is actually wrong with me; I don't need anyone piling a bunch of fabricated shit on top of it.
Maybe things have to get worse before they can get better. When I started my blog, everything was going great. I had lofty goals. I was striving for high ambitions. I was hopeful and truly expected good things to begin manifesting in my life. This has not been the case.
I wish I could report that I've received a windfall of money, or at least that I'm on my way toward a billion-dollar income, but that's not the case. I'm worse off now than I was when I started. I had over a thousand dollars saved up; now, I'm down to my last ten bucks. I don't know how I'm supposed to expect things to ever turn around from here. I only know that they will.
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