Life keeps tossing out these events that would be bad enough on their own... alllll together. In rapid fire succession.
Death of a best friend...another absurdly personally close friend's 2am confession of a saddening secret that can only serve to cause more pain before it improves... STBX deciding he wants to be up my ass again trying to work it all out...no job despite interviews and resumes and endless searches... two older children blatantly displaying signs of upset at this impending divorce... and this creeping heavy but spotty wave of blue... drowning and crushing... my hero is dead, my life is unraveling, my golden god is tarnished and falling from his temple and here sit.... facing life in all of it's huge vastness. I'm only 5'0". I am infinitely small compared to what tasks and futures lie ahead.
It's all just