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I am sitting here with my favorite 5 year old robe on (my security blanket, holes and all), clenching onto my lucky charm giraffe (helps me rise above my problems), and staring at a burning candle on my desk, praying to the great spirit to help me.
I don't have the guts to go into my bank account yet to look at my paycheck. I probably can't read it anyway, my eyeballs are swelled shut from crying all night worried about it. My head is throbbing and my extremities are numb.
Why do paydays have to be so traumatizing?
Everytime I try to go to my bank's website I just freeze because I am afraid if I can peak out of one swelled eye, and I see what was deposted from MQ, I will faint, fall on the floor and pee my pants.
I don't know what to do.
All of this because of MQ's great ideas. And they want me to compose an essay about all this happiness.
Yeah. Sure I will.
How do you all handle it? I lost all my strength to deal with it. I have creditors calling my house now, I never had that happen before. I feel beaten, weak, stomped on, abused, smacked, insulted, smacked again, kicked, and water boarded.
(I do have a new job, didn't start yet though, so I guess there is a light at the end of this dark scary tunnel.)