I wrote a pleasant first post. I deleted it. Here's the truth. I have spent five months wading through one of the most difficult periods of my life. And here's where this will be frustrating. I can't share the specifics - I can only share the pieces. It started with a cat. In May we rescued "Cinder" from a hole in our cinder block wall (get it?) We bottle fed him and housed him in a box on our counter. Several times a day his tiny gray face messily slurped from the smallest kitten bottles they make. At some point, the vet corrected our mistake and Cinder became Cinderella, she moved to larger enclosures, and now she confidently rules our home. She has been the brightest unexpected ray of sunshine throughout an unexpected darkness. Strangely, Cinderella’s presence set off a complex chain of accidents and events that broke some things. In me, in my family, in the circles of people I love. Injury, financial difficulty, mental health issues, hospitalization, bro...