I’m a Monster

This whole moving experience has wrecked my life.  I’m cursing like a sailor.  Barely sleeping.  Road raging…etc.  People just can’t relate to what I’m going through. It’s not just the packing.  It’s our finances.  Do we have enough to MOVE????

It’s losing our privacy for a short time while living with my Mother.  It’s my annoying neighbors.  My job.  Painting and making sure the house is clean to sell it.  We still have to hire movers to help us…… Ahhhhhhhh!

It’s all of it!

 My back hurts from lifting boxes.  Or, it hurts because I’m stressed?   I can’t even tell anymore. I barely smile these days. I’m a Monster.  A Megatron Bitch.  I can’t seem to relax.

Today I popped another Prozac and 2 Benedryl’s.  My anxiety is through the roof.   I’ve been experiencing panic attacks on and off. One minute I’m okay, the next - I’m crying and screaming in my car when no one is looking.

I just can’t handle stress. When things get tough, I panic.

 On the plus side, our house is for sale for more than we were expecting.  If we can get that money at closing, we will have more than enough to put down on a new house.  Fingers crossed.  

I took a week off in July so we can move into my Mother’s house with ease. I’m worried about my Dog too. How is he going to handle this move? It’s all a giant leap of Faith. I want my own home. Fenced in yard. I want to live in happiness and peace. No HOA. No Management team telling me how to take care of my home. I pray every night to have the strength and energy to do this. Moving sucks. I can’t wait for all of this to be over. Lord help us.