Happy Good Friday ya'll.

My boyfriend just landed a job.  Actually, a career.  A six figure plus per year, real life changer for him.

I feel like I am in Oz.

As you all know, money was always an issue for me.  Ex had no work ethic. I was the breadwinner (and I make a pretty modest salary). I was used to being.... alpha... when it came to finances. I was used to holding it down. I was used to giving more than I received. This was my identity.

I went to the salon for a cut and color and my stylist pointed out a bald spot in the back, hidden mostly, and called over the owner and he said it looks like alopecia areata, asked me if I have been "stressed."

I told them the divorce was hugely stressful and tried to blink away the tears until I got in the car.  Then I googled... bad idea.  Stories of women getting multiple bald spots and even some losing all of their hair.

My goodness. What a friggin week that was.

I am back at work and still weak and coughing but I at least woke up without fever. And no night sweats last night.

I don't think I ever experienced the actual flu. I was petrified, I could barely move for days. It actually does feel like a train hit you, then backed up and full speed hit you again. I always had a strong opinion about the flu shot but I think I will get one next year.

My cousin, who was like my brother growing up, the happiest, funniest and most outgoing child you would ever meet... is an addict.

I've been impacted by addiction a lot in the last couple years between my ex, my cousin and one of my former close friends who overdosed on Christmas eve.

My cousin has to be the most baffling. He grew up in a good family. His parents divorced and it was messy for awhile, but other than that (which is not all that uncommon!) there was no trauma. Plenty of opportunity, plenty of love.