No one knows this yet, but this will be my last Christmas. The depression has had its toll on me. I have no real life friends I can trust left. I’ve started back on my anxiety medicine. It will take away the anxiety of going through with it. I will go through with it on my husband’s birthday. Give him the ultimate gift from me … freedom. Freedom to not have to be with me anymore.
I wanted my last Christmas with the kids to be perfect. The gifts I was getting the kids from zulily ended up getting switched up with someone else’s gifts. The majority of the toys the kids were getting aren’t coming. And I found out too late since I had them delivered to my parents instead of our house. So much for a perfect Christmas.