We’re in week 2 post-traumatic occasion.
I’m nonetheless an entire wreck. I really feel like I’m strolling on eggshells, exhausted, and scared.
Hope is shifting like I’m nuts, and she or he’s a-ok.
Narrator: Nobody in the home is absolutely okay, not even shut.
Ugh.
I’m the eldest baby. I’m a fixer. You give me an issue, and I’ll provide you with a spread of options. I’m even artistic with it.
I’ve nothing. No options, a lot much less a spread of them.
Nothing.
I’ve to attend this out.
I’ve a entrance row, heart seat on this main Broadway drama. And it’s a severe drama. I’m on the sting of my seat as a result of it’s a psychological thriller, and I’m scared to demise.
I need to wait Hope out till she’s able to cope with her stuff. That could possibly be a very long time, particularly since she’s found her new superpower of claiming “No,” grownup type.
And I do consider it’s theatre. I consider that we desperately want the assistance of a staff of pros. I additionally consider will probably be some time earlier than we get there. We’re nowhere close to all-time low but. That mentioned, I’m severely a wreck. I’m frightened. I’m anxious. I’m depressed—like unhappy and exhausted depressed.
So, for now, I’ll deal with propping myself up. I’ve quite a few crochet initiatives underway; I’m engaged on increase a little bit of stock for my little floundering Etsy retailer (Doggy/Kitty sweaters and such). I’ve a enterprise journey quickly and my beau will probably be becoming a member of me. I’m journey packages for what I plan to be an epic journey to Egypt subsequent 12 months.
I don’t know what number of acts this drama has, however I’ll simply maintain sitting right here, ready for the cue for viewers participation.
Break=a-leg, Hope. Break-a-leg.
(Thanks all a lot to your assist re: my final publish. A lot appreciated.)
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