I'll admit that I am sinking.
I posted last week about my struggles to find a job - any job - after completing my master's degree. I stand by what I wrote, but I took it down because it made me angry just to look at it. I completely regret graduate school. I am saddled with debt that I will never be able to repay. I have an advanced degree that is not taken seriously, and I am being overlooked for even entry-level jobs because I have that degree. I will need to negotiate and barter just to get my loan payments to a reasonable amount - and that's IF I get a job.
That's a really big if.
I've had well-meaning friends encourage me not to give up, and while I appreciate that they likely don't know what to say, I wish to reassure them that giving up is not an option. If for no other reason, I have four little mouths to feed other than my own, and I'll move into my car and mow people's lawns before I fail to feed them.
I'm losing it, there's little doubt about that, but I am treading water as I prepare to take off again. I will likely be quiet here for a while, but there is something cathartic about letting it all out every once in a while.
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