I started out the year with an auto accident that fractured a vertebra and left me in a back brace for 3 months. July-September: My library director decides she hates me, I make a social booboo in dealing with a patron, I get my official autism spectrum diagnosis and think it might help -- wrong move, fired in September, not just out of work but my career appears to be over. Trying to battle back legally, and in cognitive behavioral therapy for social, depression, and anxiety issues for the past several months while trying to find a job. Feel mentally and emotionally exhausted and not sure I could take any more.
Then this weekend, another accident, think I've totaled this car as well -- appears to be my fault this time, not like me, but I'm so distracted lately. Luckily the airbags deployed and I didn't break anything this time -- unluckily the airbags deployed and I got branded in the arm with the GM logo from the steering wheel cover at 200 mph, injury became inflamed but will recover after going to the doctor, but I wonder if I'll be advertising GM on my person for the rest of my life. On Sunday I received the call that my brother, about the last person who cared about me, was found dead. Autopsy indicates he died of cirrhosis after a life of substance abuse (alcoholic and hepatitis C positive from past drug abuse). Stay away from the alcohol and illegal drugs, folks. It's not worth what you do to yourselves and your families.
We're burying my brother out-of-state. I have a two-day car trip, final funeral arrangements, the services, and a two-day car trip back. At this point I scarcely feel like leaving the house, but I have to get through this. Please send prayers and positive thoughts my way. I need all the strength I can get.