May 30, 2020
It’s been about two weeks since I’ve heard at all from my MM. And it was two weeks before that that I heard from him. He told me he will be moving his family in early-to-mid June (not that he was close by, but now he will be even further away) despite losing his job. He is still hoping to be able to go back to his real job at some point but he doesn’t expect to be able to go back until next year. He is starting to worry about what will happen when his unemployment runs out. At least he has a skill set to fall back on. He said it was a struggle to find a house on only his wife’s income, but they do have an offer on the house they are selling, too, so they won’t have to worry about that.
I think I know in my head that it’s pretty well over between us, but my heart won’t let go.
It feels I have lost every little bit I have gained recently. My health sucks, I’ve lost my MM – who was my joy and my outlet for distraction and fun – and my mental health has nosedived. I was just starting to get my groove back in writing and was earning some money when this hit too. The pandemic caused me to lose my orders (no one has funds to invest), which I guess is good because I really don’t have the energy to sit at my desk and produce anything. I also lost one of my best friends this week (heart problems). It makes me wonder how I have survived.
The medications I am now on are taking their toll. I am weak and exhausted all the time. A lot of the time I am nauseous. I had a horrible head-to-toe rash that really made me miserable and really questioning if it is worth it. Is my life worth $10,000 a month in medications? I felt better when I was NOT on them and didn’t know I was ill. At this point, I say no, my life is not worth it. I have lost everything. Again.
It’s not just my heart that hurts, it’s my very soul.