The life I'd worked so hard to sustain for the last eleven years is crumbling. Not gently either. It's more of a tumultuous, rocking, cracking type of crumbling... where you never know where exactly to step for fear of falling into a crevice.
In the process of getting my thoughts onto the screen during this time, there may be posts riddled with curses, whining, bitching, or self loathing. I may also get a bit self deprecating... that's just part of this process, I suppose.
