Cathy Lynn
Today took the train to three out of four libraries and turned in job applications
The fourth library is not close to the train station and is closed today
Put on trousers, long sleeve dress shirt
For nothing
The reference desk took the application
Did not have to awkwardly shake someones hand
But how was I supposed to know?
There was nothing hard about it
But it took a lot of energy
If and when I work there, exhausted
Different neighborhood
Mentally tiring
But maybe nobody will ever make the mistake of hiring my worthless corpse ever again
fear, fantasy
Today was as good as it gets
And that ain't that great
No precious lil "friends"
No hobbies
Nothing to do all day long
While filling out the application form, felt ashamed of how few jobs I have had, how short they lasted (time), the minimum wage labor, and got fired
"Great personality"
Even I hate my personality
The current counselor said that the professional treatment for personality disorders, is
dialectical behavioral therapy
Dbt
Sitting around talking for one hundred dollars an hour
Can't afford it
And never will be able to
But "actions speak louder than words"
Talking only goes so far
35 years old
I am too far gone
Beyond repair
Hopeless
Helpless
Wounded
It takes a lot of energy, to pay the slightest bit of attention and it lasts only briefly.
But if do not get a job, then what?
Waste the rest of my "life" complaining about my childhood
Does not make sense
So many job I can't do
Can't drive to work or on work
No STEM degree
Bad job history
Almost no job skills
Can't work full time
my sister has borderline personality disorder and was helped by something like this (no one nearby does dbt, so i got her a workbook and it seemed to help):