It occurs to me to explain; a thing I rarely do. My life does not suck. My family is wonderful, I have a roof and plenty of food. The basics are covered, for now, mostly. Yes, there is lots of stress where things are not as bountiful as would make life well, not stressful.
But my biggest problems are haunting me from my past. When I went through some physiologically and emotionally harsh fertility treatments, for two years, and in the middle of that got laid off, along with the wusband (thanks
randir!), then got divorced within 6 months of stopping the trying to get preggers... I think most can see where I am heading with this.
That kind of systemic and systematic loss is fairly catastrophic to one's mental health. I got over it, but am left with a much diminished ability to handle stress. As I am now discovering, extreme stress is just right out. I can't cope.
So here is me, on the raggedy edge. I am blessed, for I know, bone deep, that my friends and family love me and will not let me fall. I just have to learn to ask for the catching.