Friday, November 15, 2013
I’ve been having a rough time lately. Between the basement flood, Coco getting sick, and the cost of that, Travis’ truck getting damaged twice, and the fact that my family has lost two loved ones within 6 months, and now another family member was taken off of life support yesterday. I have to admit though that I’m doing way better than I could be, because a few months ago I got back on anxiety/depression/ocd medicine because my worrying was completely out of control. I was calm as a cucumber when the basement flood happened, but with everything piled on top, one after another, I’m about ready to burn down the world. Thankfully I have an amazing support system, and plenty of things to distract me from everything else going wrong. (Basement reno, painting trim, wedding stuff… etc.)
Although those things combined together can make for a weird scene. On Tuesday, after work, I decided to paint the last remaining side of our french doors. In the middle of my paint job, I got a text from my Mom about one of my favorite people not doing well. (he is my Great Uncle, and he has ALWAYS smelled amazing. I have remembered that smell since I was really young, and every time I see him, I just have to smell him.) I sat on the floor and cried my eyes out, still holding a wet paintbrush when Travis walked into the door and immediately asked me what was going on.
Edit: I wrote this post yesterday and never published it. I am feeling much better than I was yesterday, but this morning, I found out that at 12:20AM this morning, my Great Uncle Donnie passed away. He will be greatly missed.