Let’s get the worst part over quickly: I lost my job (and my car, as I had a company vehicle). Then my cat was killed. Then my boyfriend/partner died suddenly and unexpectedly, which meant not only losing him, but losing our home and our dog and remaining cat (he had a daughter; he didn’t have a will; guess who lost out). And then I declared bankruptcy. All this happened in six months.
One year after the start of all this I still don’t have a real job, my bankruptcy has been discharged, I have a car (because my most excellent dad loaned me the money when no official source would), and I live with my sister and brother-in-law, because I can’t afford an apartment or house with what I make from unemployment and temporary jobs.
BUT…I’m still standing. To my everlasting amazement I’m still here, still taking nourishment, and even moving forward, baby step by baby step. Possibly because of who I am (who knew? I certainly didn’t), but more so because of who my friends and family are.
My sister and brother-in-law took me in when I had no place to live. My father offered to loan me a sizable chunk of money to buy a car. A therapist friend-of-a-friend agreed to work with me pro bono. Friends and family moved me. Every member of my family and all of my friends supported and cosseted and cared.
So this post, my first, exists to say the most important thing to all of them: thank you, thank you, thank you. You have made it possible for me to walk on through my life. I love you all.
Bruno and I (me in tears because I'm about to take him to the
local Animal Refuge League; he has a terrific new home now)
