It’s been six months, and I still haven’t found suitable employment since the layoff. I received news that my career-mentor died due to PTSD; later, I learned that a former co-worker died from cancer. A former employer notified me by mail that hackers stole my identity from their system.
My phone keeps crashing.
There is no purpose, just a dull light at the end of the tunnel. I keep watering my dying tree, hoping for resuscitation. One day I will know “joy,” and I will be pleasantly surprised.