Some before and after photos of the rental's backyard that has been neglected for the past eight years (this one is on me and the hubby).  Aspen has invaded the yard and my lord those things grow fast.  The mountain ash tree is dying so it sent out hundreds of suckers it seems.  The apple tree had gotten out of hand too, not to mention the fact that the renter had not cut the grass in the last two years (I know, we should have inspected the property on a regular basis but we didn't).  Steve would have loved the yard.

I've been depressed for the past couple of weeks, tired beyond belief, and feeling so down.  Yesterday in the shower I thought, I could just drown myself, and then it hit me, Pepcid.  I have reflux and I take Pepcid occasionally but I've also been taking advil for sore muscles from the yard work which means more Pepcid.  One of the side effects of Pepcid for me is depression with suicidal ideation.  It's a fine line between reflux and depression for me.  This time depression won again.  I've bought more tums and will treat the heartburn with tums again.  I've stopped the Pepcid and feel better already this morning.  Fuck I hate depression.  

We've sold the rental house, or conditionally sold it I guess.  We didn't need to use a realtor as the next door neighbor's son wants to buy it.  We had cleaners come in yesterday, they'll be back today and tomorrow if need be.  Apparently they've seen worse.  I don't see how people can live like that.  I think part of how I feel is betrayed and resentful.  We went out of our way to help the young woman who was living there and this is how she repaid us.  It feels like a slap in the face and we've had a lot of those.

I had three renters in my condo and the first two left if filthy.  Hubby's daughter lived in the rental, rent free, and left in a huff and told us we could never see her children again.  Then Gracie, flooded the place, destroyed the flooring and some drywall, walked away from all her garbage, and now this last woman.  It felt like no deed goes unpunished and I think that contributed a lot to how I felt too.  The past came flooding back.

One of things about people with ADHD is that they have strong feelings about justice, and all of this garbage and crap left behind from everybody else, left for us to clean up, feels unjust.  I clean up my  messes.  I can't even imagine leaving behind the mess that was left behind for other people to clean up and I'm so tired of cleaning up other people's messes, not just garbage, but emotional messes too.

The other day Jack was asking questions about his mama and we ended up having a discussion about her addictions, her abuse of him, her arrest, his time in foster care, and what came next.  I kept the discussion at a level for a six year old but I shouldn't have to have a conversation with a six year old child about shit like this and that makes me sad and angry too, cleaning up Gracie's mess.

I guess it's been a stressful month, I just didn't realize how stressful.