I was sent from Kuwait to Fort Bliss in Texas (near El Paso). Things just kept getting worse for me. I spent several months there, falling deeper into depression. I felt like my life was slipping away. And in a way it was. I finally got home in October of 2009, but things were no better. My child and ex-husband had to put up with a wife and mom that was not "with it". It was more like I was just existing and not living. Eventually he and I split up (due to problems not related). At first the custody was 50/50. It soon happened where my depression worsened and I could not quite be the mother I had always thought I would be. He ended up having main custody of her.
I tried school for a short time at a private college. It didn't work and the funds I had to live on were soon gone. This is the point where I had to move back home. I did get a job fairly quickly working at Quad Graphics. It was okay, I was making some money, but I didn't feel like my true skills were being used. Instead of being like an office assistant of sorts, I was feeding magazine covers onto a machine that is bigger than a house and clearing up jam after jam. Very frustrating and I was still going through a period of depression.
At the time of this posting, I am still living at home but I am finally doing something with my life that I feel is of value. Life is definitely looking up for me. I still have bouts of depression at times, but I do see a doctor to regulate it and keep my mood in a more positive state. I also spend as much time as possible with my daughter, whom I love dearly.
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