What are you willing to do to support your family?
How much of your pride are you willing to swallow? How much of your dignity? At what point is it too much? At what point is it time to throw in the towel and have faith in God or whatever you believe in to point the way for you?
Having a family makes those questions harder. I don't know what I'm willing to do anymore. But not what I'm doing.
I can't sell my soul for a buck. I can't do things I don't believe in, no matter what people above me tell me to do.
I can't be who I am not.
I've worked too hard and come too far to live my life this way. I won't do it. I can't.
It pains me to see the end of things that I have loved, invested in, desired and wanted and been a part of. It hurts to watch everything falling apart. It hurts to be somebody's whipping boy and to know I have to do it to support my family.
I've gone from feeling self-confident and strong to useless and inadequate. How does that happen? How does it happen so quickly?
I don't know. I may never know.