Just Not My Year
I've come to accept that this year has just been a flop for me, not my year at all. I know it could be worse, but the depression, scars, and anguish this years happenings have left behind are extreme.
With Christmas approaching, I don't have the tree up, I have not one gift for my children, and no money. All of the organizations to recieve help to fund christmas are full. They have reached thier limit and are turning people away, have been since November. I'm a mess. I pray for a miracle.
I'm angry as well.... at so many things! Angry that I can't work, upset that all the resumes that have been put in on my husbands behalf have been put in and typed up by my, upset that even the local wal-mart turned down employing him because of a criminal record he has. I'm upset that he lost his job five months ago for such a stupid act. I'm upset that my children and I have to go without because he is putting forth so little effort and I can't put forth the effort to seek employment because it's impossible for me to work. Yet the government doesn't see me as disabled because I'm young and they damn sure don't want to have to pay me SSI for years on end. My hands are tied. There is nothing I can do, no one to reach out too.
I've lost my brother this year, lost a part of myself, and now I've lost complete respect for myself as a provider. I'm losing hope that my father is going to recover from the congestive heart failure he experienced back in November. I can't help but wonder if the new year will start out with another loss.
I've never felt so helpless in my life. My heart breaks a little more with each passing second. My support system is non existent. How are my kids going to veiw me as a mother when they wake up to no presents, especially my eight year old who coincidentally turns nine on christmas day. What about her birthday? Oh, what is there to do that I haven't thought of to make my children happy on Christmas day?
I'm trying so hard and failing every time, yet I seem to be the only damn adult in this house that cares or seems to worry, and yet I'm the only adult that is limited at what I can do. I hate being disabled, and being labeled as a "cripple". When christmas arrives, I'll obtain a lot more labels from the ones I love the most, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
18 Comments
Recommended Comments
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.