I'm convinced that I shouldn't have a job.
I want to be a stay-at-home wife.
That being said...
I got fired again.
My feelings toward this news are:
Bitter, depressed, stressed, self-questioning, distraught, manic, afraid, uncertain.
I wish I had a job.
More than that, I wish I knew how we are going to be able to pay our bills, and maintain having insurance because my stupid disease is very expensive.
In short, life goes on.
Now I'm just most worried about the quality of life I'll be able to lead emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually.
I wasn't ready for another kick while I was still down...