‘Keep Your Legs Shut’

I am so sick of feeling insecure.
Always worrying about money.
Always worrying about the growing depression of getting just another dead end job.

Anxiety fills my mentality, the air escapes my lungs and my body becomes paralyzed.
I don’t want to keep looking at my future and see a constant darkness because it is threatened by a financial struggle.
I am desperate to start supporting Marco like he has for me this past year, but I don’t want to be separated from him or my daughter by a job which in itself is a struggle.


‘Instead of having a baby you should have stayed at school’
‘Maybe you should have stayed working and gaining money first’
‘Don’t have a baby if you’re not ready then’


Stop it.


Arwen shouldn’t be stopping me from adding more to my life and certainly should not be used by other people as an excuse to slow me down in any way.
I constantly fear for my life, my future family. It saddens me how thoughts of regret have crossed my mind, but still I wouldn’t change what has happened to me for anything.

Please help me, I am in desperate need of finding a job in journalism. Similar to this hobby. I want to write, I want to be a paid blogger, I believe a lot of people (especially women) relate to what I post.

Don’t let another unemployed mother fall into darkness, make her simple dreams come true. Are they any journalists out there who can help me in this field?

I want to learn
I want to grow
I want to provide.

I urge you to share this around, please spread my struggles and hopefully my prayers are answered.


15 thoughts on “‘Keep Your Legs Shut’

  1. thesecretblogofa30yearold says:

    I have a friend who recently quit her journalist job at one of the biggest newspapers at the uk, I can’t name which one, she left as she was sick of the hours. 12 hour days minimum, weekends, working 14 days in a row, staying up till 3 in the morning to finish articles or watch a programme when It was released to the paper to review for the morning… the list goes on. She now freelances through the paper from home, but she has been gutted to learn the hours are pretty much the same. They also only take on interns with degrees and she had to work for free for a whole year before they gave her the full time position. It’s no where near as glamorous or fun as it seems on the outside. I’m not trying to change ur mind on writing (I would LOVE a job that involved writing too) but I thought this insight might be interesting for u to read xxx

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  2. Lu says:

    Hi I left school with very few qualifications. I got pregnant when I was 18 and had my daughter at 19 years. I was a single mother with a dead end job. I decided to stay with my parents and quit my job. I went back to school and got as qualified as I could. Having my daughter is one of the best things I have ever done though at times I have felt exactly how you do now. We never know what is around the corner. Try and enjoy these precious moments with your little girl, they dont last long xxx

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  3. Honest K says:

    Woah! Did you not just have a baby?! Cool your jets lady 😄 slow down. Have a focus by all means, focus on your blog, expand it, utilise social media, go for it! But don’t put anymore pressure on yourself that you already have. F those that judge a young mother, F them very much! I’m a true believer of anyone can do anything if they put their mind to it 😊 make a plan, check out how to get to the point you want and go for it. But don’t stress yourself! Enjoy that little baba, time is precious and passes, dreams can always be worked on at anytime 💗

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