amontgomery1978
Servant of All
And now to begin the loneliest and scariest time of the week. Friday and Saturday nights alone. I used to look forward to the quiet times - when I knew where my next meal was coming from and when I could afford meds for my bipolar and diabetes and could pay all my bills and not worry about my car being taken away or the electric being turned off. Now I wake up in the night over every noise and panic in the dark. All I want to do is hide. I'm losing interest in life, am afraid all the time, and think I'm going to lose my job if I can't get it together. I hate money. I hate that the lack of it causes this much of a catastrophic failure. I hate it. Surely there's more to life? There used to be. Please pray for me...
