This year has been exhausting for me. Last year ended with a sudden death in the family right before Christmas and January came with a breast cancer diagnosis. I pushed through, waiting for treatment to end so I could rest and enjoy the summer.
I thought that all I had to do was make it through April, but then the bills came. I’d accrued these bills, and I refused to watch my daughter have a boring summer because we couldn’t afford to do anything. I worked overtime my first week back at work and continued straight through July. By August, I was always either crying or raging over something.
