[PsychohcysP]

Hi dears.
I've been just contemplating about the year that just passed, pondering what's the reason of my bad luck.
A year ago I moved abroad, together with my boyfriend. After utterly dramatic time, I've completely changed the surrounding and my mental health improved to the level next to normal, I'd say.
After this year however, I feel shattered. Broken, detached, abounded. And I'm simply exhausted from all the bad luck that has happened to me and my boyfriend.
I started summarising all he pros and cons, and o far I have 2 minor accomplishments, 1 big success and 11 huge miscarriages.
The bright sides are simple: the apartment we found - it's okay, if t would be slightly bigger it'd be lovely, but we've been awarded 1/8 of the rent housing benefit every month. Second one: we got an admirable cat. Third, the biggest one: last month I was accepted to one of the best Unis in the world (first 100).
As for the setbacks, there is too many go into details about all of them. Even the thought about it is tiring. All of them are huge: few times firing (work), long unemployment, literally no money to pay the bills. Eating porridge all months long. Problems with tax council (because of the employer's fault...). Not being admitted a scholarship (that everyone who works during studies gets - I had a wrong contract......). Oh! Forgot this one - beginning of the last year - finding myself in a totally wrong course, group of people and school, which made me want to disappear every day. And the most recent thing: boyfriend's serious injury, surgery, firing him because of being at the sick leave and not awarding the sickness benefit because he lacks in 12h of work during the last half year! Needless to say he was our only financial resource...
Such a bad luck. So many miscarriages happening and I am all alone with it. I'm not even able to manifest my depression, as I am accountable for everything. Insurances (we weren't insured when the accident happened) and lawyers, looking after the temporarily handicap man. No family here, no friends. We're home twice a year...
Having no one to confess, I decided to come back. Maybe someone has a few words for me...

And how have yout been? How was your last year?