Got the blahs tonight. Can't sleep either. Fighting the feeling that things aren't going to get better. That I'm not going to find work, upcoming court date with DHS isn't going to go well... yeah, doom and gloom.
Turned in a job application last week, haven't heard anything yet. Asked about it yesterday... "person responsible" wasn't in last week. Supposed to call Monday.
Per instructions (from my Doctor {Sigh}), I'm supposed to apply at USAJOBS. Not real enthusiastic about that. Sometimes the fact that I exited the Navy over ten years comes to mind... do my skills still count? Do I matter?
Yeah, depressed, alone, somewhat suicidal, frustrated, tired of fighting. Sometimes I do wonder if I even matter? Rather amazing how quiet it gets, how long it is between anyone calling, stopping by, how alone one truly is.
{Shrug} Another day...