“If I still don’t have a job in May,” I averred, “that’s when I’ll worry.” 

It’s June. I’m officially worried. I have a shift scheduled tomorrow.  Someone also granted me the gift of 4 yoga classes this month.  My head hasn’t gone under water yet.  I still feel like I’m drowning.  I rarely reach out for help because I know how it feels to be leeched.  If I do reach out and am chastised for it all I want to do is curl up and die.  I’m not going to die this month.  I’m not so confident about next month.

I have enough sense to know an emotional vampire when I see one.  I may die poor but I won’t be anyone’s victim.