Okay, I admit that's a weird title. But, it describes exactly how I feel right now.
After losing my mother in March, having my husband in the hospital a month later and my mother-in-law breaking her hip in October, I honestly think this is the most difficult year I've ever experienced.
My writing goals went down in smoke. I don't think I met a single one of them. Almost everything else in my life is where it was in March. I haven't truly "moved-on." Oh, I've tried. I'd make new goals every month or so, but I didn't stick with them for long. I renewed my interest in genealogy in hopes of compiling it by Christmas, but that desire fizzled out too.
My depression over all of this was compounded by the fact that I have a serious toothache and it's bothered me for the last three weeks or more. I'm truly surprised I made it through Christmas without going totally insane.
How about you? Did you make it through Christmas without losing your mind?