I'd like to thank all those who responded with such kindness to my previous post. As always you shone like diamonds. Apologies for it's vagueness.
This morning I found out that, potentially, we had, only a couple of months to move out of the home we've rented for 16 years. This came completely out of the blue and, as you can imagine, knocked me for 6! I only found out when I phoned to quiz our landlord why several large blokes were decimating our garden. Admittedly our garden is (or rather was) a bit of a jungle. Then I was asked if anything else needed doing. Initial joy quickly turned to gut wrenching horror when I was told this was because the place was being sold. Oh and by the way we needed to vacate....soon. Cue adoption of the foetal position and, decidedly unmanly, sobbing.
You see, leaving aside the financial hurdle this is going to cause (barely manageable but not impossible), my physical and mental state is going to take a beating. One I'm honestly not sure I can take. As some may know I've been pretty much housebound for the past decade. In fact I've left the house on less than a dozen occasions in that time. More accurately I've been in the small room I'm typing this from. The anxiety and stress I feel when forced to leave it is beyond high. It's a place of safety. I don't blame you if you're thinking that's just silly but it's no less real.
So the future, that was actually looking bright, is now a screaming abyss of stress filled anxiety with a large side order of what's the freaking point!
And that's the situation. Silver lining of course is I have family and friends (like you) to help me through. Thanks in advance.
