When we go down, we go down

I've been doing OK today but the next few days are going to be tough…yet another real estate transaction, and ejecting a roommate to end a stalemate.   Roommate and her wonderful cat.

I'm getting the second cat myself on Wednesday…

Everything reminds me of my cat that was murdered by a coyote earlier this spring.  Of how much I've lost.  Of the reality that I'm amazed I'm still standing, and able to walk.  Of how scared and worried I am about what will become of me.  I'm not certain I make any sense to people I meet any more.  

But…I'm celibate, single, and I'll have two cats who I want to love.  I've paid off most of my divorce debt, thanks to a huge mortgage (first mortgage I've had in 25 years).

I've started crying at random times again.  Typical when trauma gets triggered, and so much every day is reminding me of the struggle to keep my head above water.  I bet this passes…maybe end of this week?  Right now, my Zoloft is getting crushed!!!!

 

 

 

 

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