I start a new job tomorrow. I haven’t worked a full time job, or any job in over 5 years, except a small attempt of one month in 2014. I am scared. I don’t want to fail and I have to get up at 5am. What is that? Who came up with that hour? I imagine it was a grumpy motherfucker who wanted to make other people miserable.
Oh well. It’s the way the world is right now. It’s a 5am kinda world. Expectations. Unacceptable. Exhausted. Then you die.
Except it doesn’t have to be like that. Life is more than work. Life is also more than being home. I know this. Being sick, disabled, with depression setting in for a long haul, I wished so much to work. I kept waiting to get better. To not hurt so much. To have a better, more clear mind not consumed with anxiety. To not be a afraid anymore.
It never happened. I got sicker. I hurt more now than ever. My mind is raging with anxiety. And I am more scared today than ever.
But I am also strong and courageous. I have overcome so much already. I have climbed many mountains, alone. I have lost family who are still living. I have found out that many who say they are your friends, are not, but there are many good, true people I have stumbled upon and I am thankful for their friendships, their solidarity, their compassion and kindness.
So tomorrow when I get up at 5 am, an ungodly hour if I haven’t already said so, and I hurt like hell, but I put my feet to the floor anyhow, I’m going to push through and do my best. I’ll pull on the strength and support of my community, my friends and family.