by Laura
In early 2010 we were stalked online by some nut job who was calling us a
fraud as a member of the online MH community. We had taken our website
down for renovations, but we never completed the renovations after
that, because we kept getting stuck on whether to include a contact
page.
In the spring of 2010 our father's health started to decline.
In 2011 there was a leadership change at our job, which made the climate there a living hell until the next change in 2016.
In 2012 we started going through menopause.
In
the fall of 2014 our father passed, and we had to clean out a nine-room
house before we were able to complete the sale in mid-2015.
In
2015 we finished menopause, but the hormonal fluctuations, heat
sensitivity and ongoing suicidal thoughts did not end, and have not
ended.
From 2012 through 2017, we went through at least four
supervisory changes and three executive changes without even changing
position or department.
In July 2017, our beloved 1999 Saturn SL1, which we had had for nearly 19 years, was totaled by a drunk driver.
In the fall of 2017, we received notice from our landlord that we needed to find a new place to live.
In
July 2018, the front bumper of our 2017 Impreza was hit while parking
as the driver in the next space opened his door to exit his vehicle.
We
are two days from closing on our new apartment. The attorneys (all
four sets of them) are a bunch of vaudeville clowns that are driving us
to consider going inpatient. Almost.
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