What A Beautiful Wreck

Ha! I thought last year was a tough year. This year has been one blow after another. First the house, which maybe we'll have something to actually celebrate as moving on when it's supposed to close it's short sale next week. Then my Mom dying, then Bob my step-father-in-law dying, then Rick having a heart attack, then alcohol issues. Corey and I still are on a rotating work schedule both of us part-time so we hardly get to see each other and when we do it's taking care of daily life. I want to stop this survival mode! I need forward momentum with our business, our life. I desperately need an upswing. I've never felt so emotionally unstable in my life for such a long period of time. At least with my divorce seven years ago the emotional bottom was brief and I was able to start crawling out of the hole after a few months. This, now ... just feels like it's been going on for ages. I despise that it is taking away from the joy of experiencing my son growing up. I'm looking for an open door.

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