I lost my job this morning.

Okay--well, not completely. I'm waiting on a grievance hearing to get it back.

I was fired because I blew up at someone after they ridiculed me. I regressed back to my high-school years, and I lost my composure. Now, because of this, I might lose everything I have.

My family is supportive of me, as always, and they assure me that everything will be alright. It doesn't feel that way, though. I know everyone's been trying to get me to be happy and stay positive, but how can I? Things have gone so well for me in the past year, and now that's all been shot to pieces, it seems.

I've been crying off and on all day. In fact, my face is sore from my crying so much. I don't care; I still cry. I just lost a job I worked for seven years to keep. This job was all I knew, and now I don't know what to do. I don't think I'll ever find another job where I'll be paid $15 an hour, and I don't have enough education to take on an internship in my field of study. I shudder to think that I might have to flip burgers to get by. For me, that's the pits.

Despite what I feel, I know that God is testing me right now. He's testing me on my faith. I don't doubt that all this is happening for a reason. All I can do is keep praying that everything works out and keep living my life.