Run no more

I married in 2007 and things were great for the first two years, actually, things are still great in my marriage; finances... not so much.
In 2008 we moved in to live in the church as caretakers. That in itself was a dream come true, I had wanted to live there since I was 16!!!!
After a year of living there the building was up for sale and we knew we had to move, but had some time to find a place, save money, pack and the like...... or so we thought..........

During one of the inspections the building had to go through, the inspectors found mold behind one of the walls in the room we were staying in (BAD! ). We were asked to move within 24 hours once the mold was detected!!! We had pretty much no where to go, no money to move, and nothing was packed! Thankfully a good friend and her husband opened up their home in hours notice and allowed us to move in with them! Thank God for great friends.

To make matters worse, I was working at the church building which was now going to be sold, thus, I was going to be unemployed. I knew that was coming, so I started to look for a job in other places. I had no car of my own to be able to drive myself anywhere, would have to rely on public transportation, which I did regularly, but not knowing the area was a bit intimidating.

While at my friend's, my husband left to a conference in Atlanta sometime in August and my friend was going to fly out to Phoenix or something like that, so I was going to be alone. Which I was ok with! No big deal, right!? Wrong! .... apprently, the day my friend was going to leave I woke up dizzy, very dizzy, the room was spinning, I had no balance. As soon as it was over I had to throw up. It happened over and over and over to the point where I was dehydrated and throwing up bile. Thankfully my friend was there and she took me to the ER where they couldn't figure out what was going on and to this day I have no reason why it happened, except maybe my iron was a bit low.... but according ot the doctors, not low enough to cause the Vertigo episode I had. I was told to rest and eat a lot of iron. Running was out of the question, I was told to take it easy. I was very weak and tired all the time.

Thankfully, I still had a job, but knew it would end soon. In one of those days, at work, I saw a post on Facebook or some social media, where my sister posted about my father's death. I had not seen my dad in years... roughly about 15 years! I had not heard from him or about him for a while. The last time I heard from him I had sent him money that he needed for something or other. Finding out about his loss like that broken my heart, and I think was the last straw that threw me into depression.

I didnt realize it was depression then, only now that I'm out of it do I think back on it and realize, yep, I was depressed! I could not run to release my stress, I looked at the situation of not having a job and was hopeless, I was grieving my father's death and wanted to do nothing.

In 2009 I ran no more- Depression won.... for a few months....