My biggest issue is money. Throughout my childhood I always declared "money means nothing". And I wish it didn't. Sadly, though, money is pretty much all I worry about these days. I work full-time at Wal-Mart as an apprentice optician. I hate the work but my two co-workers are awesome and keep me laughing. As you know, Wal-Mart doesn't exactly go hand-in-hand with financial stability. I'm also attending school full-time for pre-mortuary science, and I'll transfer to Cincinnati College of Mortuary Science sometime next year to complete a bachelor's degree. I've been married for nine months to Stephen, who is only getting in about 12 hours a week at a local pizzeria and is attending school for criminal justice. I pay every bill. Every expense comes out of my pocket because Stephen's paycheck barely covers his gas for the week. We had to move from my grandmother's because of family issues and would have been homeless otherwise. I love our new apartment and am doing everything I can to keep it nice and to keep it feeling like home. I think the lack of money and lack of support from anyone near me (other than my co-workers and perhaps a friend or two) is turning into another episode of depression.
Though guilty, I've applied for nearly every assistance program available. I make too much for Medicaid; as it seems, you have to have children to qualify for Medicaid at my age. I never want children. It sounds terrible, but I don't. I think I'm doing them a favor by not bringing them into the world. I am too distracted.
I've never touched alcohol, drugs, never partied. I wish I knew where things went wrong, but that's probably not something for me to know. In any case, if anybody needs help with a particular issue, I may be young, but I'm more than willing to help. Thank you.
