Here’s the dictionary.com definition of viable: Capable of living.
To be honest, since being diagnosed with 2 brain tumors and Cowden Syndrome, I do not feel capable of living. My life now (financially speaking) isn’t practicable or workable. I don’t have the capability to grow and develop because I have no money and keep postponing bankruptcy.
I could write every day about how destitute I am. I know I could also write every day about my blessings and hobbies (my Wordless Wednesday posts) – but my blog is my safe space. It’s my place to cry, scream, bitch, moan, whine, wail about being broke, alone, scared, terrified of my future, blah blah blah. About being pissed off that my life continues to be a struggle. About wishing I could catch a break. About hoping I can have some good things happen for me.