I don’t remember what this post was and the links have changed since then.
“No human creature can give orders to love.”
I will love me for me and that is all…
Earlier today I posted this in a group:
On Saturday I received a letter from Sallie Mae that told me that my payment was overdue. OVERDUE??? And I get this letter on Saturday. So naturally, I was having one anxiety attack after another after another waiting until Monday so I can speak with someone. Because this was the FIRST time I got a notice from them AT ALL!!! I never once received a letter in the mail about a payment and this was really upsetting.
The worst part of it all is I’ve been trying to look for work, but can only work part-time. I have a kid with special needs and I may need to take him to the doctor at random times. I need a job that will be flexible, so I try to take on any kind of odd job I can find. Unfortunately no one is looking for anyone for the time being which completely sucks.
Luckily, I was able to talk to a rep over at Sallie Mae that told me he can mail me a waiver…One for the fact that I did NOT receive a bill in the mail and to waive the penalty fee….The other one so I can buy myself an additional 3 years before having to make payments. My only prayer is that I find something within three years from now.
Prayers of any kind are very much appreciated. ♥
This is the honest truth as to what happened. I was so upset over this whole student loan thing, I feel like a big burden has been lifted off my shoulders…Well, for now. I just hope and pray that within the next 3 years something good will happen for me.
After I got off the phone with the guy over at Sallie Mae, I started crying. I wasn’t crying because of sadness…I was crying because I felt relief. I cannot tell you how much anxiety I’ve been having over this whole thing.
It’s not like I don’t want to find a job…I really do…I just have to be really flexible. My son is over at my grandma’s and tomorrow, I’ll probably have to take him to the doctor to get some blood work done on him. Maybe the shots aren’t working because of how much he has grown.
This happened two years back, and he has been growing like a weed. My only concern is my child…My ONLY child. And yes, if I had more children, he would still be my main priority. All my children would be.
I’m a mother that worries and I need to always be there for my kid…No matter how old he gets.
In June, he will be 16 years old. I keep going because of him. If he was 50 and asked me to take him to the doctor, I would definitely drop everything to do so. My son is my son no matter what.
That is all for now.
Thanks for reading my rant.
If I could have just one more shot at this thing called life
If I could raise a new generation up
I would raise them without knowledge of the television
I’d raise them with out the knowledge of the internet
Just knowledge of wisdom
Just the realism of what is truly out there
The true jobs of the world
I would tell teachers to stuff it and their beliefs
Education is highly overrated
As everyone struggles
If you’re not rich
You pay the price
It’s not fair and not worth it
I would teach children they would be in a mediocre job
For the rest of their lives
Don’t try to ever look for greener grass
For it does not exist
If only I could have been taught to think this way
Life would have been so perfect
Because I wouldn’t have disappointment in my heart
I would have expectation
What is expected of me
A life of solitude
A life of being no one
I need one more chance to prove that…
Tomorrow I shall do so.
“It’s the unhappy people who most fear change.”
And I want to
For I can’t
Cause every time I am
Something goes wrong
Still it doesn’t stop me
Gullible naive little me
From still being
I motion for it
I beg for it
Then it gets close
And I shy away
It’s beyond me
Though I think I’m moving forward
I cannot be certain
But I think I’m moving
I think I’m moving
I’ll get this thing right
I’ll get it right
This word called “happiness”
I remember this one. I just have to find it. I can be so lazy at posting in multiple sites sometimes.