
It’s been a year.
Not in the whole chronological sense….I mean, of course I am aware that in general, a year has passed in my life.
But I mean…. it’s been quite the year, in an emotional journey sense.
2025 has been hard.
This has been the year of the financial reckoning. I was burned out and floundering and not doing well mental-health-wise which led me to close down the photography business. But also: the photography business was an unsustainable financial venture, and keeping it open greatly added to our debt every month.
I’ve been through our budget time and again over the months. We’ve used YNAB for years– since 2012– and all this time, I’ve kept track of where our money goes. It’s just that most of the time, I overlooked credit card spending. I was focusing more on the emotional wants and feeling like I needed to spend both to quell the overwhelming terror and urge to figure something out professionally, but also to stuff the overwhelming sense of boredom in my life.
And all that messiness came out in gross overspending.
And so here I am, and it’s the last days of October, and it’s month five of actually attempting to be responsible.
I spent a grand total of $22.39 this month on nonessential fun stuff for myself. That’s major progress. I bought a couple of skeins of yarn and some more antique resin cameos for necklaces and rings.
It’s not enough. Not spending is not enough to clean up this mess.
At this point, if rent were not so astronomical everywhere, if we hadn’t bought our house with a 2.875% interest rate and if the real estate landscape were not pretty atrocious right now, I’d probably be trying to figure out how to get our house on the market, to pay off our debt, because that’s probably going to be the only way out.
Not an option at the moment. We couldn’t afford to live anywhere else.
We need more income. I need a job.
And I’ve sent out tons of applications. I had an interesting offer last week, but the whole operation reeked of shady, and I’ve learned that I have a pretty stellar intuition about people so I said no. It was interesting not in the “this would be a fun job” sense but in the “I’m not sure this is a legal operation” sense.
At the same time as the financial reckoning, I’ve been seriously working on my mental and emotional health.
I’ve been facing some long demons head-on.
It’s not been easy. Progress is not linear.
I went to bed afraid of someone last night and didn’t sleep well, waking up unable to go back to sleep at 3:45 AM this morning which is why I am drafting this post at 5:30 AM.
That’s just my life.
Jared and I have been talking about the what-ifs of life lately.
Like, what if I ever had to live in this house on my own, without him.
And Jared is not sure I could do it, because I am so fearful.
And he’s right– I like to think I wouldn’t have to leave the house to go live with family or someone else, but I don’t even like to turn out the lights in the house for the night by myself.
My fear is that intense, and it’s always worse at night than during the daytime.
In the daytime, it’s manageable.
But at least this morning, I can cry, which is progress.
Because there are times that I’m so emotionally numb– most of the time, actually– that the tears don’t come.
And while trying to clean up the financial front of life, I’ve also been attempting to dissect, at the most very basics of levels, the trauma bonds that have kept me in bondage for most of my adult life, since last December.
It’s been messy, and honestly it’s been a miracle at times that I haven’t landed in a psych ward. That’s all I really care to say about it.
Except and this morning, I am angry, and I feel hurt, and slightly stupid, and I want retribution that will never come.
But, I do know this: Karma is a bitch.
So, I bide my time. And heal what I can, as I can.







