I will not let my anxiety transform me into an unemployed binge eating depressive maniac.
I will trust that I will survive, not freeze or starve to death, and my knitted washcloths are exactly what everyone wants for Christmas and Hannukah. I will surrender my ocd add et all I really hope I do not relapse and pull out my now long brows and lashes... ....
I will not tell my Dad until I have an approved claim from unemployment.
In the meantime I will be grateful for my sobriety, my dog, a car that runs. I need brakes and still owe the mechanic for inspection, but hey it could be worse. I could have a child to provide for.
I am confident that I absolutely worked to the best of my ability and got a royal corporate screwing, coinciding with our positions being outsourced to another continent during overnight hours. Among other facts I will refrain from ranting about until I know that I will be able to collect unemployment.