update #10: the one with the crazy
I feel like making it 8 months out of the house before losing my mind was a pretty good run. We're about a month past that and probably have almost two more to go before we're back in. I'm honestly thinking of starting a GoFundMe campaign for my mental health care costs. I try to go to sleep at night but just get angry and think of how I'd go on a tirade Julia Sugarbaker-style. (Instead of, you know, slightly misplaced anger at strangers in a parking lot.) Also? I waffle. I try to calm down and think that none of this is a big deal in the grand scheme of things. So many people are going through much worse. At least I live in a safe place. I don't feel the need to flee my country to bring safety to my children. We have food and jobs and our general health. But then I think that if I don't get mad we will literally never move back home. NEVER. And I want to scream. So here's where we are. We have walls and ceilings. Allegedly they'll be