I could burst into tears at any moment. Feel dread and a lump in my throat at the prospect but equally relief that I am breaking free.
I feel overwhelmed. I need to get a job and I know how hard it’s going to be, juggling a house, kids and job. Alone.
I’m living in our family home which is lovely and has so much space. But I can’t afford it alone so We are selling it.
I’m overwhelmingly down about the prospect of moving and finding a job. I just want the best for my children who I fear will be living in poverty due to me.
Did anyone feel this way in the initial stages and everything work out ok and you were actually happier eventually?