I’m chugging along on the recovery train and feeling good. But honestly, I could really use an ED right now.
Things are dark. We accepted an offer on out home. We bent over backwards and endured major nightmare stress to complete the required repairs (I’m not joking—gas company cut into a live line in the house, which necessitated fire rescue and had us living in a hotel for two weeks… and that was just one of the line items). We put half our possessions into storage and took the other half to a new home that we already bought.
Today, one week prior to closing, our buyers’ loan fell through. I’m sitting in an empty house with no idea what we do next. I’m flailing. I have no appetite at all, so I know the bulimia isn’t a risk… but I don’t know how to cope with all of this.
Day 209.