God, I know that you tell us that you aren't going to put more on us than we can handle. I'm glad you have so much confidence in what I can handle, because from where I'm standing, I'm about to lose it. I don't know how much more I can take right now. From the infamous Monday (yes, I know that is vague, but I still can't talk about it), to the housing situation, and now one of my sweet babies is gone. My nerves are stretched to their breaking point, and I'm so scared and jumpy and I'm just waiting for the next shoe to fall. I keep looking over my should thinking 'what next?'. God, I know you know best, so I guess I am asking you to give me some kind of foothold so that I don't fall completely and lose myself. I'm hanging on the brink, and I need a hand.
RIP my sweet baby Hooch. Mama misses you and loves you dearly.
Oh, Brandi...I'm so sorry you've lost one of your baby fur persons. Believe me, I understand. Whether it's expected or not, it's so hard to let go. I'm so sorry.
ReplyDeleteThe best way to weather this storm is to not give up. Then, when the clouds part and the sun shines (and it WILL), you will be left in the calm feeling proud of how you handled yourself.
Big hugs, girl. Big hugs.