Because I'm the only one out of my friends who does not take antidepressants, or (cough, cough) "self-medicates". Although spiritual, I do not conform to one specific religion, and I do not necessarily believe that there is a "God" who will hear me if I beg for answers. My therapy, per se, has always been some sort of art form. Music, mostly. And writing. I have about 30 unfinished word documents on my computer on various subjects. I always go back to writing. I love the freedom of it. Except when I see a green squiggly line under my sentences. I never learned about "passive voice" in English and it really pisses me off when I'm corrected by a machine. Most of the Declaration of Independence is written in passive voice. Did anyone say to Benjamin Franklin - "Wait a minute, Ben, wait a minute. You wrote that in passive voice. How is anyone going to take us seriously?! You are a failure, Benjamin Franklin!" ? I think not.
I digress. Anyways, I'm in trouble.
I've had some tough times in my short life, so I'm not a stranger to struggle. I moved across the country, to Las Vegas mind you, in the middle of my junior year of high school because my dad needed a better job. I got pregnant at age 22 with no savings account, no college degree, and definitely no baby daddy to help me. I've seen my father face death multiple times due to chronic heart disease. I've worked in the mall on Black Friday......five years in a row.
But throughout everything I have held my head up high for, nothing has prepared me for the challenge I'm about to face.
My marriage is ending, slowly but surely.
