Last night I lost it, and hubby wasn’t fairing too well either. So, now we’ve both had a chance to get at least a little sleep, think things over, and have a tentative plan of attack. If it weren’t total uncertainty I think we’d be doing much better – having an endpoint for things can make the muck easier to deal with. In the meantime, I’m going to go get a powerball ticket. Can’t hurt.
Whee, meltdown central!
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honestly sometimes “losing it” is the only way to move fwd. If I didn’t just totally freak out every now and again I’d be dead from the stress! as much as I hate losing it, I’ve grown to respect it’s healing qualities. it’s a punch in the pride, but it’s good for the body.
((((((((((((((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))))))))) i hope there’s an end in sight!!