T will be gone for a month. He lets me call or email but the word vacation stops me. It feels that nothing is safe or comfortable. Our new car was hit and we have to deal with an insurance company who doesn't give a damn. Husband is out of work again. Unemployment doesn't want to work too hard at looking if we qualify. Our house is torn up by contractors who will probably never get finished. Our safety is gone. Our stability is gone. I can't talk to anyone irl about any feelings because the rest of the family believes it's all my fault or that I'm just nuts.
We don't dare to journal or get into anything that may make it worse. It seems the meds aren't working. We feel slightly paranoid irl and everywhere. Everyone says "it will be ok" BULL! It won't it never will be ok again!
We feel like an outcast everywhere. we know we're too sensitive. Everything hurts.
Orange Blossom...what did this mean?
Calista+12,

How long is T gone for?

I might be able to come up with something that will help.