I’ve thought a lot about this in the last 6 months because my days are mostly filled with thoughts of surviving each day of living in someone else’s home, dealing with bad weather, lack of my personal comfort items, a limited amount of privacy and no real friends nearby. While I love my husbands family more than they know, there are no words to describe how essential having my own home is needed for me to be a functioning human being, let alone a good wife and mother. In short, I feel as if I have been living with my hands tied behind my back for six months.

When I moved here, I knew it would be hard. I told MJ I could handle about three months. I chose that amount of time based on my experience of having moved around quite a bit and the fact that, well, I think after everything I’ve been through, I know my limits pretty well. But life is what is and Circumstance led us to here, emerging into a seven month line that I know is simply unbearable for me. I can’t do it.
I don’t know how we are going to remedy this. I know it’s no one’s fault and etc. But all that means to me is that I’m angry and hurt and there is nowhere to direct all that emotion.

We are taught that God does not give a person more than he/she can handle. Yet, clearly that’s a lie. Don’t make me list examples of this. Just watch the News.

I still have grip on the reality of my situation, which is why I’m able to write this blog and not wander the streets with glazed eyes and an endless rendition of Lightning Crashes coming from my lips. But that doesn’t mean I can hold the cap on my anger or my tears. Or my curiosity about why people must go through extraordinary means to get the simple things they need.

There is a part of me that knows that writing about my depression will open myself up to your pity and sympathy and, frankly, it would be a mistake for you to offer that now. The fact is, I am sometimes hard to reach and I don’t hold anyone responsible for the situation I am in and I do know it will end soon. We’ll move into our house and all will be well again for a while. What I do want to bring to light here is that if I, a person who lays her life open on the internet, feels secluded and angry and lacking in understanding – what might someone you know who is less open and is clearly going through a rough time be feeling?

I’m going to list here the things I think people who are under a great deal of stress need. This is a simple list. Please look it over and do something for a friend of yours today. Today might be the day they feel too close to being pushed over the Line.

To hear “Thank You” often
To be bought a dinner or lunch.
Hugs. Even from one guy to another.
To be told that they will be OK.
Time to say exactly how they are feeling without criticism or analyzation from you.
A cup of tea.
A beer.
Sunlight.
A change in the day to day routine.
A surprise.
A card or letter in the actual mail.
Hang out time with no agenda, no ticking clock.
Compliments.
Sleep.
Three meals a day.
Quiet moments.
Time to listen to music.
Conversations about the good things to come.
A clean environment to work, sleep and relax.

If you’d like to add to this list something you need in times of high stress, please do so.

No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin yet
Everythings stuck together
I dont know what you expect starring into the tv set
Fighting fire with fire