My dreams have been anxious lately. I keep seeing my old job and the people who changed my life so abruptly. They appear like ghosts and I can’t stop it. Those are my nights. My days are no different. I spend them reading or daydreaming. I have been productive by swallowing my pride and applying for government assistance. I have qualified for both Medicaid and food stamps. it hurts to have had to go that route. The days do melt together; I’ve lost track of time.