Lately, I've been feeling more & more like a zombie. I'm crawling out of my own skin, yet unable to even go through the motions of daily living. The things I do are only out of necessity. I am in survival mode. I am not living, unless I am living in hell. I complete a few little tasks, and am physically, emotionally & mentally spent and overwhelmed. I am in bed more than I'd like to be, and I never wake up feeling refreshed or renewed. My body aches so bad. I am so exhausted. And in the back of my mind I am still craving human companionship, or more precisely, your touch.
The time has come for me to leave this house. It has been sold and I have a month to get my shit together & move out. This means packing & storing, deciding what stays & what goes, trying to sell and/or give away the unnecessary things, while still trying to hang onto to the things that remind me of you. Yet, I have no place to go. I'm on a waiting list for public & subsidized housing, and yet have heard NOTHING. It is a LONG waiting list I know, but I fear nothing will come along by the time I need it. I could move back in with my mother, but would rather not. I have to drive around to the housing authorities in Dakota & Ramsey Counties, and plead my case to see if there's anything anyone can do to help me. I feel as if I am in dire straits. I am due for recertification for medical assistance. Morgan is 18 and we don't even know if she'll be allowed to be on my housing applications, as she is technically responsible for herself. There are forms to fill out, yet no printer ink to get them done at home. I am burning gas to get to & from all these places. They will want banking info, which I can't access without physically going to the bank & requesting it, due to the asshole who stole my checks & forced me to freeze, shut down & reopen my accounts. I am broke, and yet have so many "things" that I do not need. This is going to be hard to figure out where to put stuff, and what to keep. Technically I have 5 vehicles! 4 of them MUST be stored somewhere or sold. I am reluctant to sell the two collectibles that you cherished so much. The kids are deeply connected to the oldest car, and I have my own feelings about the next oldest one. One is safe in storage with family. The other is still where you stored it two winters ago, so it cannot stay there forever with that family's impendng move of their own! I have the camper... which I could live in I suppose, but I've been filling it with things that need to be stored, and your things that I don't want to get rid of. :( The van has not sold yet, and there's been little interest in it. I have a possible trade set up, but I will believe it when I see it. If it goes through, I will own a Jeep instead that will be able to tow the camper.
I just physically cannot do it all. I don't know what to do, where to start, who to call for help or anything for that matter. I just feel so dumb lately! And yet I will HAVE to be out of here sooner than later... I just don't know how I'm physically going to be able to do it without any help. My mother is pressuring me about packing, downsizing, thinking I should have more done than what I really do have done, plus telling me where I can and cannot live, and what I can and cannot afford. I know what I can afford. In reality, a place like that just doesn't exist. I don't want to be in Lakeville, and I don't want to be up north. Maybe tomorrow I will get some sort of answers.
I just don't want to do anything. I have kids & dogs & myself to think about. I don't want to hurt myself more than I already am by doing more than I am physically able to. Nobody seems to get that. I do the physical therapy exercises. I take pain meds & muscle relaxants to help, but all they do is take the edge off. Now I'm going on 3 days with no inhalers, so I can't be doing much without having an asthma attack, whether by physical exertion or by stirring up dust. I'm just stuck. And I'm sick of it. I feel disabled, even if only temporarily, but nobody else sees or gets that. I'm on the verge of tears more & more often, because I have on a poker face, but in reality, I'm falling apart with stress, worry, pain and grief. They say not to make any major decisions until after a year following a major loss... I will have almost exactly one year to get the hell out of our house, and that means less than a year to decide where I'm going. I'm not ready for this, regardless of whether I have a choice or not. I wish that someone could make decisions for me, as I am completely lost.
And as far as work goes? I don't want to work. I don't want to put my child in daycare. I don't trust people and NEVER will. I "should" be able to get by on what we get. I wouldn't mind doing some volunteer work or picking up a cause or two, but I don't want to have to work or look for work just to scrape by. Anyways...
I'm angry & hurt, and beyond that I don't even know. :( I needed a place to rant, and nobody else gets it or gets me. Just you & my therapist. You're not here (at least not physically) and I only get one hour a week to spill everything in her office. *sigh*
I could really use some guardian angels right about now, IF they truly exist. *hint hint* Everyone says "You'll figure it out." Sure. I'm sure everything will work out. But will I have ANY sort of CHOICE in these matters? Doubtful. I may end up in a bad neighborhood. Oh well... I guess I'll have to take what I can get, if anything.
Love Always,
Your Princess
PS One of our favorite bands, that we got to see a few times, has broken up. :( They were together TWELVE years as well. *sigh* So sad. I literally cried when I heard. I had JUST posted new songs by them a few weeks back on this blog. I guess it's true that all good things must eventually come to an end. Thank gawd the memories and the music will live forever... or at least until I am senile or have Alzheimer's. So long My Chemical Romance.
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