The spirit

I'm starting to watch things unravel as i create space for myself. No one was going to give me that job, that title, that opportunity I had to earn it, ask for it and put myself ahead of everything. Relationships, Family and sanity.

I'm still struggling, I can help but notice the irony of working in a multi billion dollar company and having nothing to eat.

I talked myself out of using my credit card for Nordstrom cafe this morning. I woke up later than I normally do just to sleep.

I just want to rest my eyes for just a moment on this bus and forget how hungry I am.

Again? Yeah again. I can't blame it on just being bad with money or irresponsibility .

I can't ask for help. My pride won't allow it.