Saballiffe
Prayer Partner
I want to start off with a praise report. God has brought me a long way. I am still in my apartment, and I have a job. And for that, I will be forever grateful because I know it is only through Him I was granted such grace.
I have been trying to keep my head down and just focus on pushing through since the first couple months of the job can be rocky, but it doesn't seem to be getting better, and now external sources are at play.
I paid off back rent , I am currently on rent, and reached a settlement with one creditor; another is now trying to take me to court over a medical debt that should have been canceled. I simply don't have any resources to put any amount into this debt. I was hoping that with what I had left over after bills, I could focus on healthcare and hit my deductible since my focus on health had been lacking while I was unemployed.
A family member insisted that if I listened to them and followed their instructions while I was down, they would help. They didn't hold up the entire end of the bargain yet told anyone who would listen that they did, and now that I'm trying to create space and boundaries, they are being loudly passive-aggressive and imposing upon my space. They don't ask me about myself, how I'm doing, or any questions, just assumptions they act upon for others' approval. I'm trying to be as respectful as possible, but it's resulting in my grinding my teeth and stress hives. Every interaction has some bible verse attached to it, and it is almost weaponized. It is a struggle not to attach my faith and question my beliefs when someone can use God's work in such an insidious way that it breaks me down. They mysteriously can't ever remember the negative things they say and how they're always telling me to quit. Yet will brag to anyone else about what I accomplish.
Work was not what I expected. I spent most of my time dealing with misogyny and people not responding. I have to escalate so often that my manager thinks that all I do and don't actually speak to people first. Just escalate straight to him. I'm used to people taking credit for my work but at least they supported me and gave me autonomy to do it. Things are spoken about, but nothing is written down, and until I ask, since I'm new and dont know protocol, no one seems to realize; though it helps others, I am now branded as "difficult" because I ask pertinent questions.
Someone reported malicious misinformation for reasons I cannot fathom. It somehow mysteriously skipped the chain of command and the people who would have been able to deny it and stand up for me. I'm told to let it go, but the fact they even implied it with no data doesn't sit right with me.
What I do is picked apart, but no one seems to be held to the same standard; many others seem to be staying busy for busy sake, but I'm coming into a different situation that requires a different type of focus that cannot always be quantified in a breakdown of hours.
I know I can make a difference here, I know what my talents are if they would allow me to use them. But I'm deathly afraid of the burnout that I experienced during COVID; it took me a full year to get back to some semblance of my previous self. I feel the heaviness and how tired I am once I arrive home. I have barely enough energy to prepare for the next day, and I definitely do not have enough to cook full meals like I used to and deep clean. Then I look around in shame, knowing what I would normally do but don't have the energy for , especially given these times of inflation.
I want to be happy and thrive; I do not want to feel shackled to a job and afraid of being in the limbo of being broke and homeless. I want to enjoy my role, advance my career, and upskill. And for once in a long time to be able to travel and go on a vacation to rest without worries.
I have all these needs I deprioritized for lack of resources that I want to focus on, but I become afraid, with each knock against me, that though I need it , what if that's less money towards rent when this goes sideways?
I'm praying for guidance, discernment, peace, grace , mercy. I want people to see me for me; sure, it'd be great to be liked, but I'd prefer to be respected. I want to stand tall and not become weary of being perceived and misconceived all day. I'd like to have people who can rejoice with me about good things happening to me and with whom I can grow. I would love a partner, but I know I need to be in a good place with my faith , love myself, and be stable enough to give what a relationship deserves. I am just tired, and though I know I can lay my burdens on this throne, it seems to be one stone after another that's piling up with my name on it, and it's just heavy. At this point, I don't know what I need other than prayer, I don't have any more tears left.
I have been trying to keep my head down and just focus on pushing through since the first couple months of the job can be rocky, but it doesn't seem to be getting better, and now external sources are at play.
I paid off back rent , I am currently on rent, and reached a settlement with one creditor; another is now trying to take me to court over a medical debt that should have been canceled. I simply don't have any resources to put any amount into this debt. I was hoping that with what I had left over after bills, I could focus on healthcare and hit my deductible since my focus on health had been lacking while I was unemployed.
A family member insisted that if I listened to them and followed their instructions while I was down, they would help. They didn't hold up the entire end of the bargain yet told anyone who would listen that they did, and now that I'm trying to create space and boundaries, they are being loudly passive-aggressive and imposing upon my space. They don't ask me about myself, how I'm doing, or any questions, just assumptions they act upon for others' approval. I'm trying to be as respectful as possible, but it's resulting in my grinding my teeth and stress hives. Every interaction has some bible verse attached to it, and it is almost weaponized. It is a struggle not to attach my faith and question my beliefs when someone can use God's work in such an insidious way that it breaks me down. They mysteriously can't ever remember the negative things they say and how they're always telling me to quit. Yet will brag to anyone else about what I accomplish.
Work was not what I expected. I spent most of my time dealing with misogyny and people not responding. I have to escalate so often that my manager thinks that all I do and don't actually speak to people first. Just escalate straight to him. I'm used to people taking credit for my work but at least they supported me and gave me autonomy to do it. Things are spoken about, but nothing is written down, and until I ask, since I'm new and dont know protocol, no one seems to realize; though it helps others, I am now branded as "difficult" because I ask pertinent questions.
Someone reported malicious misinformation for reasons I cannot fathom. It somehow mysteriously skipped the chain of command and the people who would have been able to deny it and stand up for me. I'm told to let it go, but the fact they even implied it with no data doesn't sit right with me.
What I do is picked apart, but no one seems to be held to the same standard; many others seem to be staying busy for busy sake, but I'm coming into a different situation that requires a different type of focus that cannot always be quantified in a breakdown of hours.
I know I can make a difference here, I know what my talents are if they would allow me to use them. But I'm deathly afraid of the burnout that I experienced during COVID; it took me a full year to get back to some semblance of my previous self. I feel the heaviness and how tired I am once I arrive home. I have barely enough energy to prepare for the next day, and I definitely do not have enough to cook full meals like I used to and deep clean. Then I look around in shame, knowing what I would normally do but don't have the energy for , especially given these times of inflation.
I want to be happy and thrive; I do not want to feel shackled to a job and afraid of being in the limbo of being broke and homeless. I want to enjoy my role, advance my career, and upskill. And for once in a long time to be able to travel and go on a vacation to rest without worries.
I have all these needs I deprioritized for lack of resources that I want to focus on, but I become afraid, with each knock against me, that though I need it , what if that's less money towards rent when this goes sideways?
I'm praying for guidance, discernment, peace, grace , mercy. I want people to see me for me; sure, it'd be great to be liked, but I'd prefer to be respected. I want to stand tall and not become weary of being perceived and misconceived all day. I'd like to have people who can rejoice with me about good things happening to me and with whom I can grow. I would love a partner, but I know I need to be in a good place with my faith , love myself, and be stable enough to give what a relationship deserves. I am just tired, and though I know I can lay my burdens on this throne, it seems to be one stone after another that's piling up with my name on it, and it's just heavy. At this point, I don't know what I need other than prayer, I don't have any more tears left.