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Well, I flew back to the hot, humid, depressing state of Florida yesterday. 4000 miles away from the one reason I breathe (my husband Jamie) and with our fate now in the hands of the British Consulate of New York.
I wish that I could relax and enjoy the time with my family, but it's impossible to do until I know I have my visa and can return to my husband.
All I feel like doing is crying or sleeping to escape the pain. I am already being pressured to spend time with friends and family that haven't seen me for 6 months, but all I want to do is either sleep, veg out, or talk to Jamie online (since it is all the contact we have now...at least it's something...it's no longer enough, but it is something).
I've dealt with depression all my life, but this is a new level. And, it's hard to get people HERE to understand why I am so scared and distraught. My family and friends, rightfully so, want to be with me...but they don't want me being morose...which I can't help, and, indeed, I won't be able to help until I know that immigration will allow me to be with my husband again - and soon. I won't be okay until - and unless - they do. I ache to touch him and be held by him and to talk with him face to face and not through a bloody screen! And, I know, this is THE depression I won't recover from if they don't give me the visa I need to return to him.
In other words: this f*&^ing sucks!
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In Exile,
~Autumn