2026-05-12

• I’ve done nothing but apply for every single opening I can find for jobs, but the feeling that I’ve wasted a decade of my life while I recovered from trauma and illness persists. It seems like my lack of experience is unsalvageable.
• The situation at home is unbelievably tense. I am going to find myself homeless if I don’t find a job in the next couple of weeks, which is unlikely enough that I’m preparing for the worst. I’ve been begging for money on social media but everyone’s hanging on by a thread and I barely have any reach.
• The stress about this is making me completely unable to enjoy the effects of [medical treatment], I’ve been having trouble keeping down the food I eat, I’m having nightmares every time I fall asleep, my whole body aches…
• I have been omitting the accomodation needs for my visual impairment to make myself a more appealing candidate and I’m worried that on the distant chance that I will get an interview, it will be so hard to mask that it will lose me the job.
• I wish I had any updates in terms of hobbies, projects or interests, but any time I sit down to read or watch something I feel so guilty I end up multitasking and going on employment portals. It’s dire. I’m tired.