One year ago, today, I was released from the hospital. I’ve been out for longer than ever since I’ve been having mental health issues.
Today has been a doozy.
Yesterday, I called in to work because I was sick. GI issues. Then when I was napping in the morning, I had a dream that I got fired. Lol.
This morning, my dad dropped a bomb on me.
My aunt and cousin are moving in with us.
Same aunt that told me I did t have a pot to piss in. Same aunt who wouldn’t let me move in with her when I was desperate. Funny how tables turn, though.
Because of this, we have to get rid of our dog. He’s a beautiful, calm, sweet Rottweiler. I’m heartbroken.
Then, when I got to work, I learned about more drama with the family. Back in September, my sister took in our 16 year old cousin. This child is the most disrespectful, ungrateful, vindictive person on the face of the planet. She’s the reason I couldn’t live with my sister anymore.
This morning, the bitch got kicked out. My sister has tried and tried to be patient, caring, and understanding, but at this point, there’s no more she can do. My sister told her to go wait outside, because she couldn’t behave inside. She bawled up her fists and tried to intimidate my sister. When she finally did go outside, she broke the door.
Also, today is the day my brother goes overseas for his first deployment.
It’s amazing what life has dropped into my lap on my 1 year anniversary of being out of the hospital, all before lunchtime.
But, I feel fine.
Last updated February 18, 2020