The hits keep coming.
How much can we take as people trying to survive daily?
What is the point of trying for better things and fighting for our dreams if only to have them slowly pulled away from you time and time again?
Why can’t life just give us a break?!
We try so desperately to follow the right path and believe that good things will come to those who wait, but moments like these it just seems like utter bullshit.
A lot has happened.
I had a mental breakdown after seeing more than 20 homes and my husband not wanting any of them, granted it was because of location but I wish he would have told me that sooner. This was a few weeks ago now so we’ve gotten past it.
That same weekend though we had my cousins baby shower which had been months in the making. And though my sister, cousin, and I were to all be there to set up and host my sister did little to actually help put it all together. Again past that now, as it’s weeks later.
Then I had my first session with my psychologist, haven’t been in over 6 months, and it went amazingly well. So that’s a great thing.
Moving in to the next catastrophe my oldest pup had to have acl surgery on his right leg. Needless to say our savings took a hit so house hunting is postponed for a little, we had to cancel my birthday plans, and my sister is no longer going to a concert with me.
All separately I maybe could have not lost my shit, but it’s all too much all at once. I’m trying to stay afloat but I’m slowly drowning.