I have been trying to stay calm and at ease.
Trying is the key word there. As much as I try, my mind always thinks about stressors. I don’t know how to stop it. My fiance is so good because he told me “don’t stress. You will find a job soon”.
Not soon enough. Once I find employment, will I like it? Will I stay? My little town has no opportunities for people like me. I feel trapped everyday by this place, but I know I won’t be able to leave until we are stable.
Stable my ass! I haven’t been stable since I popped out the womb.