They say there's no stupid questions.
I'm here to tell you, that's a bullshit lie. A lie the size of an elephant parade. A lie as loud as the cacophony caused by preschool recess.
"What's wrong?" is officially the dumbest question ever; at least when it's directed at me.
In 3 years time...
I've lost:
My labrador retriever, Neo.
My family. (yay, disowning.)
My job.
My insurance. (and therefore, all migraine treatment, and anxiety treatment)
My home.
A second home.
My kids.
My car.
My husky, Gojira.
My drivers license.
My grandmother.
All other income.
Was forced to:
Move 750 miles from anything I considered home.
That's also 750 miles away from my kids.
That's also 750 miles away from most semblances of friends.
Move in with family that is not mine.
Have a baby in an unfamiliar town, around unfamiliar people.
Learn to be quiet even when everyone is disrespectful around me.
Come to terms with living in a 10x10 foot room, with my pets, and a new baby.
I've gained:
A fiance. (Positive)
A beautiful baby boy. (Positive)
Migraines returning. (Negative)
Anxiety attacks returning. (Negative)
Depression. (Negative)
And despite ALL of these topics? I smile. I still ask how everyone else's days are. I still try to make others happy, and everyone around me knows it. I still find humor in every day life. I still like to discuss the absurd. Because overall, I'm thankful. I have a roof over my head, and my new son's got food in his belly. But when I finally become reclusive, and grumpy, and generally just prefer to not talk to anyone for a change... I get.. What's wrong? Are you SERIOUS?!
Ask me what's wrong again.
Please.
It's a stupid question, especially when you know all of the above. What's wrong. Ha. Fucking pick a topic.
