One of the ladies in the Writing Community on Twitter routinely asks us how we are doing, including our mental health.
I am not alright, Katie.
I am keeping my head above water, just barely; I am having to budget a bit closer, since I am paying all the bills for this apartment; the car insurance; my health insurance;
The holidays are coming, and I really can’t afford much.
I am addicted to nicotine, only I don’t have the money for cigarettes, and the withdrawal is brutal: headaches, mood swings, anxiety… I want to punch a wall, or curl up and cry, or scream my head off.
I miss my husband and daughter.