Anonymous
Beloved of All
I am still here, still have a place to live, and, for now, a job, and for that I am grateful. It’s a blessing I know others have not been given, but I will admit I am still struggling. My fervent prayer is that whatever lesson I am to have learned in this season of my life, I have learned it or in the tail end of it, because things are getting far too heavy.
My father was diagnosed with cancer, and it is worse than what was assumed. I am trying to be strong and supportive while they try to shelter me, so I am often left in the dark, afraid.
My job has been progressively getting worse, and I have been praying for a better outcome or to be able to move on to my dream job despite the job market. My boss is allowed to target me in ways I know shouldn’t be allowed, and I have been blocked from my bonus, which I could most definitely use with everything else going on. And due to changes in the economy and last year being a full year of paychecks, I have taxes owed. With health insurance and job stability tied, I don't know if I will have a job after May. It's hard not to worry and to prioritize mental health and self-care.
I’m at the end of my rope, merely surviving. This is too much to bear, and I feel like I'm holding a lot for others, but the same consideration isn’t extended to me in any arena of my life. It’s just waiting for the next shoe to fall in a line of mishaps for the last 2 years.
I am almost afraid to pray for one thing and another be affected. Of course, I pray that my father is healed, but I also pray for peace of mind and stability. To be able to live in the moment instead of being afraid of what’s next. I don't mind being alone, but this feeling of loneliness is a dark hole. I am no good to anyone dealing with the things that I am. I would love to step into my dream job and do what I studied for, but at the very least, I’d like to be in an environment where I am respected and not blocked on every turn.
I am trying my best to leave it all at God's feet and keep it there, believing that He will take care of me, though I don't deserve it.
My father was diagnosed with cancer, and it is worse than what was assumed. I am trying to be strong and supportive while they try to shelter me, so I am often left in the dark, afraid.
My job has been progressively getting worse, and I have been praying for a better outcome or to be able to move on to my dream job despite the job market. My boss is allowed to target me in ways I know shouldn’t be allowed, and I have been blocked from my bonus, which I could most definitely use with everything else going on. And due to changes in the economy and last year being a full year of paychecks, I have taxes owed. With health insurance and job stability tied, I don't know if I will have a job after May. It's hard not to worry and to prioritize mental health and self-care.
I’m at the end of my rope, merely surviving. This is too much to bear, and I feel like I'm holding a lot for others, but the same consideration isn’t extended to me in any arena of my life. It’s just waiting for the next shoe to fall in a line of mishaps for the last 2 years.
I am almost afraid to pray for one thing and another be affected. Of course, I pray that my father is healed, but I also pray for peace of mind and stability. To be able to live in the moment instead of being afraid of what’s next. I don't mind being alone, but this feeling of loneliness is a dark hole. I am no good to anyone dealing with the things that I am. I would love to step into my dream job and do what I studied for, but at the very least, I’d like to be in an environment where I am respected and not blocked on every turn.
I am trying my best to leave it all at God's feet and keep it there, believing that He will take care of me, though I don't deserve it.
