I’ve always wanted to work, in one way or another.
Growing up in my family it was said as long as you were in school, you didn’t have to work.
Well I had some here and there jobs in high school, college, even while in the military I held down some civilian jobs.
JcPennys, Michael’s Arts & Craft Store, Starbucks, Cold stone and so on…..
Moving forward I was always ahead of the game I thought, until I had my first major melt down of mania in school, and from then on work wasn’t an issue, even when I no longer was enrolled in school.
Getting bipolar, schizo-effective, anxiety, and ptsd really put a hult on work for me. Pretty much I couldn’t and still can’t function properly in order to have a 9-5 job which I posted about here:
And I’m not going to lie, it does hurt, until I think about my mental job and all I do to take care of others.
First I must become mentally aware of myself, my brain, it’s thoughts and how I’m feeling. After I am happy and situated with myself then I can worry about my furbaby Tuscany and Turtle and dad and the home we have.