I’m back–it’s been an unbelievable several months.
The good stuff:
I was last posting when my husband and I were separated; I’d had a couple of nervous breakdowns; and left my job at CPS.
Well, my husband and I are back together. We’ve worked out the major issues, and things are going very much better.
My doctor keeps trying different anti-depressants, hoping to find one that works. Right now I’m on 150 mg of Effexor XR, and it seems to be helping.
I LOVE not working for CPS. I’m hoping to go into teaching; I’ve been accepted into an alternative teacher certification program. I took my content area exam on Saturday, and provided I pass the exam (I won’t get the unofficial results until March 10th), I can start looking for a teaching job. I’m currently temping at a company where the people are really nice and laid back–I don’t make much, but I have plenty of time to write, study, etc.
I’m working on a translation of one book for my editor, and have three writing projects underway. I have two books (one that I co-wrote with Izzybella) that have been published by Live Oak House (an e-publishing company). I’m not making any money off them, but it’s nice to be published, anyway.
The Bad Stuff:
One of my sisters was shot and killed in January after a shootout with police. I haven’t been in contact with her in about a year and a half, and the first we knew about her being in trouble was when we got a phone call from her last boyfriend. She was involved in a robbery/murder–the police don’t think it was she who murdered the victim, but the guy she was with–and the next thing we knew she and the guy were killed in another state by the police, who’d been alerted to look out for them.
That’s been tough to deal with. I love my sister dearly, and regret so much the estrangement we had. You always think you’ll have more time with people you love, so when it’s taken away in a moment, it’s hard to deal with, especially under these circumstances. My mother was a police officer, and my sister used to dream of becoming a police officer. I knew she had been using drugs, and I wasn’t surprised to hear that she was involved in a robbery. But a homicide–that floored me. It’s something nothing on earth can prepare you for. I honestly believe that she didn’t know the guy she was with was going to kill that person. I feel so bad for that family, and I feel bad for my own.
Anyway–I’m back. Thanks for all the encouragement you’ve given me. All the support you gave me during the summer and fall made a huge difference, and I can’t thank you enough.