For years now, I’ve feared anyone asking me what I do for a living. Losing my job was embarrassing and hurtful. I would have been angry, but I was in too sick and in too much pain. My past damaged and broke me, and I may very well have trust issues, to some extent, for the rest of my life.
I have picked myself up off the floor, and I am healing and rediscovering myself. I am starting over, and the future looks brighter than it ever has before.
What do I do for a living now? I do the best I can, and I write. Writing is therapy for me, and it is helping me emerge from the cellar I’ve been living in for far too long.