Today I feel strong. And I got a lot done. A week ago (following my nightmare tuesday) I wouldn’t have even considered doing some of the stuff I did because I was extremely down and believed that it was beyond me. Or rather, what it could potentially lead to is/was beyond me. It might turn out that it is, I don’t know. But I don’t think it is. And I refuse to allow one day like that and one conversation with one person who doesn’t know me well and truly lacks some/enough awareness of CP to be the thing that made that decision.
Today I took what I can only call a Leap of Faith. I submitted an application for paid work.
I can’t say my hopes are high that I will pull this off and to be honest I don’t expect to. I can’t say I’m particularly happy about this past week. But I am proud/pleased with myself for spotting the job advert realising that it would be a good fit for me and not letting my niggles and nerves put me off applying.
Yes, as soon as I hit submit I thought I hadn’t done enough for my supporting information.
But I did it. I got back up from where I was pushed down last week. I took my Leap of Faith.