As the title says, I’ve had a really rough three days. They should be some of my best days. Started a new job that is exactly where I want to be, moving, starting anew. Finally getting settled in some really key ways that will hopefully help me see my kids soon.

I can’t stop thinking about how much better this would be as a family, dreams about my ex, just feeling really down. My poor therapist yesterday must be thinking wtf happened. Have woken up to these dreams of everything working out and us all being fixed and having wicked headaches.

I know this must be normal, but it’s so hard to deal with. I am so fucking lonely, I thought for sure she would let me have my dog back, nope. Can’t have me being the least bit happy in anyway.