I was having a good day yesterday. Decided to buy a fake Christmas tree "just for this year". I was all F yeah - PMA! Imma decorate and enjoy the holidays.
And a few hours later, the damn tree, in its box is sitting there. Mocking me (ok, it's not really mocking me -- but you know). It's a slap in the face. And then the PMA was out the window. So, I empathize completely.
Hope is a four letter word. I struggle with that alot. And it sounds like you might be as well. We cannot control everything, and that's the hardest part.
Something my IC and friends have said to me is that we have to know when it's time. When the pain is too much to bear and to start the process of moving forward. Whatever that path may take us. Whatever that path may look like.
Sending you positive vibes for clarity and PMA.
M:32,H 32 T:10, M5 BD/H Move Out: 9/2014 - extreme anger H Mental Illness Diagnosis: 4/15 Served D Papers: 10/15 Divorced: 11/15
