Horrors Lazuli
Member
- Oct 12, 2019
- 44
Sadly, I'm still around. I've been trying to CTB since this community was on Reddit.
Every time I try to plan for the end, I end up giving life another go. Yet, things continue getting worse. I am now more broke than I have ever been and although my life has improved socially and I'm even in a romantic relationship now, I'm still dissatisfied and financially insecure. And now I'm about to reach financial ruin. I have less than $2,000 (USD) left in my checking account, plus $980 put away in a different account to cover next month's rent. Beyond this, my income has come to a halt. As a result of a physical disability, I'm unable to maintain a traditional full-time job and had recently been working as a contractor as an interpreter and translator. The agency I was working with has suddenly stopped scheduling appointments for me. I'm frustrated, sad, and scared because I am actually good at this, and working in this capacity doesn't exhaust me beyond my limits.
It seems like I can never get better and no matter how much I keep trying, I fucking fail. I've given up on myself—and I can't believe I'm incapable of monetizing the skills I have.
If I can't figure this shit out, I have a place picked out in Marin County to jump off a cliff into rocks if I'm lucky, or into the ocean if I'm less lucky.
Now, I'm going to try to make money reading tarot cards on my Instagram profile.
Every time I try to plan for the end, I end up giving life another go. Yet, things continue getting worse. I am now more broke than I have ever been and although my life has improved socially and I'm even in a romantic relationship now, I'm still dissatisfied and financially insecure. And now I'm about to reach financial ruin. I have less than $2,000 (USD) left in my checking account, plus $980 put away in a different account to cover next month's rent. Beyond this, my income has come to a halt. As a result of a physical disability, I'm unable to maintain a traditional full-time job and had recently been working as a contractor as an interpreter and translator. The agency I was working with has suddenly stopped scheduling appointments for me. I'm frustrated, sad, and scared because I am actually good at this, and working in this capacity doesn't exhaust me beyond my limits.
It seems like I can never get better and no matter how much I keep trying, I fucking fail. I've given up on myself—and I can't believe I'm incapable of monetizing the skills I have.
If I can't figure this shit out, I have a place picked out in Marin County to jump off a cliff into rocks if I'm lucky, or into the ocean if I'm less lucky.
Now, I'm going to try to make money reading tarot cards on my Instagram profile.