The word overwhelmed does not accurately describe how I feel. If anything it drastically undercuts the reality of my situation. Every day I wake up and wonder if this morning is going to be the one where I find my husband has died in his sleep. When I see that he hasn’t, I pretend like everything is normal when it is anything but considering I have to do everything for him, on top of caring for myself and keeping everyone sheltered and cared for. Then to top all of that off because the government has decided to keep interest rates so high, I have next to no work. So there is little to no money coming in. What money I received as inheritance is now dwindling away. Leaving me with nothing.

Then come the emotions. I feel trapped in my life and I want freedom but that would mean I wish my husband’s demise. Which only makes me feel guilty and horrible for even having these thoughts cross my mind. I just want to scream.

I would never wish this on anyone. It is truly maddening. At times I feel like I am being punished for something. Like I wronged someone somewhere.

The Christian teachings of my youth say it’s god punishing me for turning my back on him. And all I can think is what kind of “loving” god punishes you for not WORSHIPPING him. Which makes this high power sound like a sociopath.

I feel like I am just an observer in my life. I’m not living. I’m surviving, making it just in the nick of time.