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Istiqlál (Independence), 9 Bahá (Splendor) 176 B.E. - Friday, March 29, 2019

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PROMPT: March 29th - It's a fact that coming up with these prompts every day doesn't come easy. I spend the entire off months brainstorming! I'd love your help! Write a list of at least 5 blogging prompts to add to the Challenge War Chest to be used for future rounds of the 30DBC. Choose one of your own prompts to write about to complete your entry.

Friday, March 29, isn't a good time to ask me to provide my own prompt. I have lived in this apartment since December and things, especially my finances, appears to be getting worse. I'm frustrated, afraid, and on the verge of tears, which always happens when I'm frustrated and afraid. No matter what I try there is a road block, I went to apply online for Section 8 rental assistance, and it cost $15.00 which I don't have in my checking account at this time, and a may not have it until May--if I still have a checking account in May. I'm fairly sure my checking account will be overdrawn before the middle of the month.

Alright, I need to take a different approach to the the finances in the coming month. The problem is that I don't know what else to do. Everywhere I turn I encounter a road block, or something preventing me for moving forward, backward, or sideways. Sometimes it seems that nobody cares, which probably isn't true. It just that I can't see a way out of this situation. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place. I don't know. I just posted a rant on Facebook, which I usually don't do, but I didn't know what else to do.

I started a gratitude list today, and have managed to put only one thing on it. I know I have more to be grateful for, but I just can't see it at this time. I feel like everything I've did over the past few days has been a waste of time. I haven't been writing much, which may be why I feel my efforts are wasted. I never feel my efforts are wasted when I write. I went to the doctor today, and while I was waiting for the paratranset bus, I wrote a poem. Now I have to transpose it and rewrite it in the journal. I don't feel like doing that. I'm depressed because of the finances. I'm writing whatever comes to mind without pay attention to anything except spelling. I'm going to post this now, find my prayer book, and say some more prayers. I need to find a solution, but I just don't see the solution or the path to the solution.