i don't know quite when it happened or if it always was, but i am quite the worry-er, these days.



everything and anything is something to worry about, and that worries me!



he says i should stop worrying so much - i'm not sure if i could or should.



where will our next meal come from?

how can i afford more uniforms for work?

will my car even make it there with the engine light on all the damn time?

when am i going to find the time to do the work i really want to?

who will give me a chance?

why am i always so worn out these days?

will i ever get back to who i want to be?



and the thing i worry most about?



will we be able to work through this, really?