I'm in need of miracles. In a way that I don't think I'd ever thought that I would need them.
What keeps me going some days is the knowledge that all of this, too, shall pass (drowning in a house with my ex that we can't sell, being sued over an old apartment lease that I thought was settled, scraping by as a freelancer so that I can stay home with our daughter, leaky roofs, hospital bills...the list goes on).
Sometimes it feels like I'm being punished for the things I've done and the choices I've made, and the small part of me that used to understand and accept this penance is FED UP. Enough is enough.