God pushed me

partially out of my depression by sending us another crisis--Rocky's job was terminated without notice. I had not been able to work in months, and his was the only income we had. When push comes to shove, I have always shoved back, so that's what I did. I shoved myself into the job market, and tried to delay the downward spiral our finances had taken. Now, at least, hygiene was reacquired as I strove to keep myself employed and keep the collectors away. Rocky also found new work, but the minimum-wage jobs we had barely paid the bills. I soon became depressed all over again at the unfairness of life in general, and God's punishing hand in particular.