“The result was that I had developed little in the way of close friendships and I knew none of my so called “work friends” were prepared to stand by me through what would come in the coming weeks and months.”

 I was left on my own to deal with the fallout of my shattered marriage.

Skype was my daily connection to my mom from deep underneath the safety and security of my duvet. 

Some days I would talk to her for hours on end, crying, barely able to string together a coherent thought. In the weeks following my husband’s abrupt exit from my life, my mother became my lifeline to the outside world.

Then suddenly a mere three weeks after my husband left… my mother died of a sudden heart attack.

As the eldest of two children, in the wreck of my own personal life crisis, I was required to pull myself together.  I needed to travel to Canada to arrange my mother’s funeral, with my screaming and crying two year old in tow.

In less than one month’s time, I went from living my dream life to staring directly into the face of total annihilation from grief and loss.

My marriage failed, my closest family was taken from me and through a lack of sleep, an inability to eat, and extreme stress my health was failing me as well.

The death spiral of my life continued for the next four months with no respite in sight.