2010 was the worst year of my life. That was the year that I lost my father.
In many ways we died together.
2015 is coming to a close as a strong number two.
I lost my soulmate and my heart remains heavy.
Then his sickness exploded: my husband has been paranoid and psychotic for the past nine months, with no end in sight.
My depression and misery, coupled with bone-chilling anxiety are impossible to hide. Living with a man who can, and does, turn on me verbally at any moment is crippling.
Resolutions for 2016 are futile.
If I were to dare to have one, my resolution would be: freedom.
Disappear 2015 and pray that 2016 will be silent.