The shattered remains of who I used to be..

About this time of year people start planning and scheming for the big Holiday Season. This time of year is also when people, just like me, start to look back at the year that is about to end. For me it has been a truly long year.

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Two things have stood out more than others. One being my mother’s passing early in the year. The second being my now former work place.

In regards to my mother she is in a better place now. She had severe Alzheimer and did not know anything what was going around outside her world.

Or at least that is how we’d like imagine it.

Anything else would be too hard to bare.

The estate of the late mrs. X

But, the thing with my mother passing is not the actual passing. The thing that have turned my life upside down is no one told me.

None of my living blood relatives in my home country [je suis expat] bothered to call, mail, or in any other way tell me what has happened.

Ok, so they’re pissed with me, fine!

But to deprive me from my own mother’s funeral is a low blow way below the belt even for them.

So how did I find out about my mother’s passing you might wonder?

Well, one day when opening my mail there was an e-mail from a law firm with the headline: regarding the estate of the late mrs X

For today, I will leave it at that.

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Vicious bullies!

The second thing that has taken me down this year is my now former employer. Even though my employer may not be responsible in person, still they are.

Cause an employer sets the tone through its organisation and the under paid slavery I survived while being bullied for the 6.5 months I stayed on have really made me loose all confidence that was left in me.

Dealing with constant bullying for all this time, while also handling the drama around my late mother has been too much.

At work no one talked to me. No one!

In all the only interaction I had with people was in the morning.

Or when the rest of “my crew” where on their way on a break. If they remembered to tell me they were leaving that is. Most days they didn’t.

Other than that I was all alone.

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The shattered remains of who I used to be

So what’s left of me in late November 2024 is someone with zero confidence what so ever.

Someone who struggles to get out of bed every morning.

Someone who gets into constant arguments with the one person she loves and adores the most - her husband.

Someone who is trying to regain control of her life.

But there’s also someone else emerging from the bottom of this pile of garbage.

Someone new, could it be a rebirth.

Someone with determination.

Someone stronger.

Someone who won’t back down.

Someone on a quest of turning things around.

Someone who will make use of all this drama, and turn it into a personal and creative success.

So stay tuned, cause I have lots of things to get off my chest..