Monday Mornings, Coffee, and the Chaos of It All

It’s Monday morning, and let’s be honest—coffee isn’t enough today. I need to be struck by lightning, or at least something powerful enough to jolt me out of this overwhelming stress and exhaustion. As I sit here, waiting on a response from the warden about my husband's medical care, his denied Bible, his need for a transfer to the right yard for protection, and his access to a rehabilitation program that actually works, I feel the weight of everything.

There are so many unknowns.

I’m constantly thinking about the drugs flooding the prison, brought in by staff, while my husband—a recovering addict—is left to fight his demons without the medication-assisted treatment (MAT) he so desperately needs. How is anyone supposed to rehabilitate in a system like this? It feels like the odds are stacked against him, and by extension, against us.

On top of that, I’ve got my own battles. I’m anxiously waiting for my court date on the 16th, trying to keep my head above water while starting over from nothing. No job, pending disability, dealing with agoraphobia, and facing the uncertainty of what the future holds for both of us. I need help, but sometimes, it feels like there’s nowhere to turn. The pressure is relentless, and the unknown can be terrifying.

But here I am, trying to stay positive, trying to smile through the chaos. It’s not easy, and some days, like today, it feels impossible. I’m learning how to rebuild my life while he serves a five-year sentence, learning to be both my own strength and his, trying to hold everything together.

It’s overwhelming. There’s no sugar-coating it. But what keeps me going is love. It’s the faith that somehow, we’ll get through this—one day at a time, one step at a time. I know God has a plan for us, even if I can’t see it right now. I’ve just got to keep believing that brighter days are ahead, even when it feels like everything is falling apart.

Somehow, despite everything, I’ll keep smiling, keep fighting, and keep trusting that we’re both on a path toward something better. Even if right now, all I really need is a bigger cup of coffee and a miracle to get through the day.

Bible Verse for Strength:

Philippians 4:13 (NIV): “I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”

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