As far as google thinks, I’m the first blogger to publish an income report specifically for my Etsy shop. And believe me: I’m scared shitless about it. It’s creepy to share your finances online. It pretty much violates every financial commandment handed down to me by my (stereotypically Jewish) parents…but I promise you, I have a higher purpose: I’m sick of giving advice about Etsy success when you can’t visibly see how that advice is working for me. Click to see how I did this month!
My mother still hasn’t called for my doctor’s appointment. I feel sick. and sad. And bloated. My ribs and stomach hurt like crap and my anxiety is through the roof. I need a diagnoses so I can figure out if I’m bipolar or idek what’s going on at this point.
I'm sick of making things worse. I'm sick of being hurt. I'm sick of crying myself to sleep. I'm sick of faking a smile. I'm sick of feeling this way. I'm sick of letting people down. I'm sick of being me.