Oh loads of bad luck over the past 6 years.

My druggie ex became abusive, which lead to a traumatic breakup with a side of stalking just for fun.

My eldest brother was murdered a few months later which lead to my father having a fatal heart attack. Then my mental health went haywire, and I was also in and out of work (bad for a single mother)... then my brother nearly died in a motorcycle accident, my mother was dxd with cancer, just as my therapist abruptly left the practice and my bf went to work abroad. A month ago my best friend actually did die in a motorcycle accident and now my brother just survived another accident a week ago.


So yep, I feel you, sometimes I wonder if I'm cursed.


Take it day by day, it just has to get better. I demand it does