I've tried to find solace in ordinary things, in boring things, mundane things that make me "happy" or at least temporarily satisfied. That works for the most part, until I am reminded of who I used to be, or of what really makes me happy, if I allow myself to be. I end up limiting myself because reality doesn't conform to my expectations. So anyway, I'm living in my own little tiny bubble, and things are all right, I shouldn't be complaining really, except that things aren't all right and I'm blind to everything and it can't continue on like this forever. I have no income and the well is running dry. What happens what the money runs out? With my lack of skill set, I can only see one out and it scares me more than anything.