Sept.2: No Direction

This sign is a perfect example of my life right now. 

I'm not impressed with myself.

I've gained back about 8 pounds - that hard-fought 8 pounds that it nearly killed me to take off.  I'm really not impressed with myself, because I thought I had resolved my emotional eating issues, and here they are, rearing their ugly heads again.

Potato chips really don't make me feel better.  I keep thinking they will, but they just make me fit, which makes me feel worse.

At this point my blog is turning into a sounding board instead of a place of inspiration, which was not the image I've had in mind for it.  However, it is what it is, and I promised from the beginning to keep things real.

So here is my reality.

~ I lost my job at the cesspool.  I quit, actually, which probably sounds pretty stupid.  I told them once school started, there was no option, I had to have days.  I explained I have a 9 year old little girl at home.  What did they do?  They made my schedule for now until Christmas and the shift is 3:30 to midnight!  I would NEVER see my daughter.  I'd have to wake her up in the middle of the night to bring her home every night. No.  Just, no.

~ So, I am unemployed yet again.

~ I've applied for a job that I was supposed to hear about yesterday.  It was something that the company contacted me about.  I even filled in there part time until they made their hiring decision.  I fear that since I didn't hear from them yesterday, I did not get the job.

~ I went to the bank yesterday and stopped payment on my mortgages.  The house is on the market.  Basically if it does not sell in 30 days, the bank will take it.  Either way, my credit is shot.  I'll be living a cash life, I suppose. I just feel like I need to hoard that money for those payments because Rachel and I must have a place to live when all is said and done.

~ I have a couple of other job leads.  If these don't pan out, I must make some very quick decisions, like where the heck I'm going to live.  I think if I don't get these jobs, I need to move somewhere with more opportunities.  I'm a pretty qualified person and I've been unemployed on and off for over a year now.  This area is dry, at least for me.

~ I'm feeling very sorry for myself right about now.  Luckily I have the world's best friends, who have promised that I won't have to look for a sturdy refrigerator box.  My philosopher friend, S, has me thinking in a different direction.  She told me, "You didn't want to work in that industry to start with.  You didn't want to live in this area to start with.  You wanted to follow your dreams, and maybe these rejections are pointing you in that direction."  I love you, S - you are the perfect friend.

~  My ex-husband thinks that he should have custody of our daughter.  I have sole custody of both of our girls, but my oldest (15) has chosen to live with her dad.  There is not a lot of supervision there.  He, who is thousands of dollars behind in child support, feels that he can provide more financial stability.  I would comment further but I try not to swear in my blog.  It may require legal action for me to be allowed to move out of this area. Nine years after the divorce, and he is still trying to control my life.  If I lost custody of my little one, I honestly don't think I could survive that.

~ None of the above is really helping with my depression and anxiety disorder.

People keep telling me how strong I am.  But anyone can finally get knocked down so many times they can't get back up again.  Is this that knockout punch for me?  Financial disaster, custody issues, unemployment and out of control eating patterns?

My world, such as it is, has spiralled out of my control.  I hope that whoever is at the wheel has my best interests at heart.