I’ve decided that for the rest of my life, I am no longer considering March a month. I am DONE with March. I hate it.

2 years ago, on March 18th, I got the call that forever scares me. I have PTSD, I hate for the phone to ring when I am sleeping. 03182020. One of the worst days of my life. My daughter called and said “I’ve been shot". I still get scared when she calls me for anything. I am all negativity and gloom inside when I see her name on my phone. I still haven’t recovered.

Now this. Now, on her birthday, my husband falls and fractures his hip…How much more Lord? How much more, will you give me before I am completely broken?

I am in bed on this beautiful March day, where the temperature in Michigan reached the 70s…I am in my room with the blinds closed, the lights off, the TV off, and my phone in DND, crying. Ugly tears. Sad, “woe is me” tears.

I just want a long peaceful stretch of life. I will take minor distractions and inconveniences. Just not all this heavy sh*t. I’m tired. I’m broken. I’m scared.

I’m taking March off from here on out…see you in April ✌🏾