The past two months have been a very trying time for me.
We moved from a four bedroom, three story home to a one floor two bedroom home. Although an absolute blessing, it has been extremely stressful!
My 74 yr. old boss, who has been like a father to me, and my best friend for the past 11 years, had multiple strokes.
My estranged father had two heart attacks and his home burnt down.
Last week, I got to see my 90 year old grandmother for the first time in 17 years because my family would not tell me where she was. She is now very frail, in a nursing home, and blind.
Reality or the latest Hollywood screenplay? No, this is reality. My reality. My life.
I could write a book.
On top of all this, the holidays, I didn't have money to buy my three children and husband not one gift. I am losing hours at work because of depression. I am a walking zombie because I can not sleep. My weight has increased 20 pounds in 2 1/2 months.