Hi there
Dunno if I will get any sympathy right now .
I've just found out I've got diabetes. 2 or 2 months ago. Type 2.
Lost 1 warehouse job, was at home for a month, then got called back for 5 months (I'd been there a almost 1 year), then lost it. Got 1 days work in 3 weeks . Got another temp job a in a warehouse but managed to lose it due to being too slow/not neat enough. They were shouting about me in a corner.
Got adhd and depression too.
Devastated. Had an almost proper breakdown fri night, was hysterical and couldn't calm down.
Felt extremely ill the last few days.
Lost father in law who we were all close too in November 2019. And lots of other poop has happened.
Got English literature degree and had lofty dreams of wanting to be a poet .
It all seems so far away from me , this happiness and joy thing. The hope thing. It sounds melodramatic but it is how I've felt for a long time.
I don't know whether to retrain, teaching never really appealed and its probably the only thing I could do legitimately with my degree.