I moved yesterday. I threw out 5 bags of garbage, gave 6 bags to the goodwill, and had the salvation army pick up a large item donation. Ten years ago this year I moved out of my house and left my husband. I was suffering from severe mental illness at the time and I knew it. Although my life was easier when I was married I am glad I left for two reasons: I was a burden to my husband, who deserves better, and, I feel stronger for the path that I have followed - it led to diagnosis and a lot of help.
So now, ten years later, I find myself barely being able to afford a room in the apartment of a young educational assistant. Bit of luck there actually; she works with disabled kids, so she may be able to deal with me.
I am starting an online program for job training but my mind is elsewhere. I can't help but wish this could just be over.