Ever have the week where
Your can breaks down and winds up costing you $600.00 you absolutely, in no way, shape, manner or form had?
You get news that a job you had been literally praying for, took the recruitment test for, and have thought about every day for over a month, has lost funding and therefore won’t be hiring?
You realize that you are down to less than a handful of friends and you truly have no idea how pathetic or stupid you could have been to get there? I mean, after awhile you can only blame so much on people just drifting before you begin to realize that maybe there is something horribly, massively, wretchedly wrong with you.
You hit the wall of depression so bad it is all you can do to make it home from work and sit on your couch for five hours every night until it is time for bed?
One of the few friends left informs you of her miscarriage
What are you supposed to do?