This week has been hell.
I’ve walked miles — literal miles — chasing opportunities, chasing stability, chasing a damn break that never seems to come.
And what did I get for it?
Rejection after rejection. Silence after silence.
I’m tired.
My body’s tired.
My mind’s tired.
But here I am — still standing. Still climbing.
The Streets Don’t Lie
The streets have been my office this week.
Concrete under my shoes, the sun beating down, and a thousand thoughts in my head about how badly I need something to finally click.
I went to apply at a temp agency, thinking, “Alright, this is one step closer.”
But somehow, I walked right past the damn place.
The address got mixed up, and by the time I figured it out, the window had closed.
Do you know what it feels like to be hustling that hard, only to miss the mark by a single step?
It’s like the city itself is playing a joke on you — laughing while you’re out here giving everything you’ve got.
The 2 PM Letdown
Later, I had an interview scheduled with a property management company.
I showed up prepared, ready to work, ready to prove myself.
But guess what?
They needed someone with a car.
Nobody said that upfront.
And here I am, out here grinding, taking public transportation because I’m doing everything I can to save money and stretch every damn dollar.
So when they told me that, it wasn’t just a rejection.
It was another reminder of how unforgiving this world is when you’re trying to climb without the tools everyone else has.
Another door slammed in my face.
The Call That’s… Something
Then, a call comes in from Memorial in Gardena.
They offered me a per diem job, starting on the 6th.
On paper, that sounds like good news, right?
But let me tell you something — when you’re out here clawing for stability, per diem doesn’t feel like a blessing.
It feels like bare minimum survival.
It’s a job that says, “We don’t need you full-time, but we’ll use you when it’s convenient.”
I’m contemplating taking it because right now, I don’t have much else.
But deep down, it feels like settling when I know damn well I deserve more.
The Silence That Eats at Me
While all this is happening, I’m still waiting.
Waiting for calls that never come.
Waiting for directors and assistant directors to get back to me about positions that could actually change my life.
The waiting is worse than the walking.
The waiting eats at you.
It makes you question your worth.
It makes you feel invisible.
Every day, I check my phone, and every day… nothing.
The Weight of It All
Walking miles isn’t just physical — it’s mental.
With every step, you’re carrying disappointment, anger, and this relentless voice in your head saying, “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
And some days, you want to stop.
Some days, you want to sit down in the middle of the damn street and scream,
“What else do I have to do?!”
But you don’t.
You keep walking.
Because you know nobody’s coming to save you.
You have to save yourself.
The Physical Today
Today, I’ve got a physical lined up.
Another hoop to jump through.
Another box to check.
Another step forward — even if it feels like I’m walking in circles.
Why I’m Writing This
I’m not writing this for pity.
I’m writing this because The Climb isn’t about filters or pretending everything’s fine.
It’s about the real fight, the kind of grind most people don’t have the stomach to face.
This week was ugly.
Frustrating.
Raw.
But guess what?
I’m still here.
Still moving.
Still climbing.
Because no matter how many times this world tries to break me, I refuse to stay down.
Final Words
If you’ve ever been out there walking, hustling, grinding, and feeling like you’re screaming into the void — this one’s for you.
You’re not alone.
The mountain doesn’t care about my frustration.
The city doesn’t care about my exhaustion.
The world doesn’t care about my tears.
But I care.
I care enough to keep going.
And that’s why I’ll keep climbing — even when it hurts.
Frustration doesn’t stop me.
It fuels me.
The climb continues.
The Climb 