A few months ago, I was volunteering, going to yoga & pilates, considering training in disability services, setting up my future career in photography.
I had worked on so many things and was heading in the right direction.
Then a series of events happened, all beyond my control, and my life has fallen apart. And I am trapped in a daily living hell, that I can’t even blog about, because I don’t want it affecting my children.
If I believed in karma, at this point I would be agreed – I must have been a really terrible person in a past life, to get this life I am existing in.
And what is the point of trying to make my life better, when things always happen to destroy it.
I have tried so hard. Continue reading