First of all, it might be, because last of our rats died on July 31th and I was grieving (still am).
But my inability to earn decent income is pressing me down even more. Translation jobs are coming in slowly and are mostly very small.
Almost every day, I sent out my application to at least one employer, but none of them even invited me to an interview... Not that I wanted those underqualified jobs in the first place...
But, with every day without change, there is less and less hope in me...
Money is scarce, and the belief, that I'm actually living on the expense of my children makes me feel more and more like a useless burden to them...
When they were small, I felt like they needed me. Now, they might be better off without me...
Another thing, that depresses me, is the isolation. All my friends live abroad and so does half of my family. But the lives of my relatives, that still live here, are hard enough not to burden them with my heaviness...
This is not the inner state that makes me able to paint. I started and finished 3 more paintings, but was not happy with them, so, that's it for a while I guess.
For now, I'm barely keeping up with adding some paint to my diary pages like this, for instance.
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