Up?

They say that once you hit rock bottom, the only place to go is up so hopefully that's where I am off to. Yesterday has got to be my worst day yet what with the stress of not quite moving; the stress of planning three lessons a day for bratty students; trying to be a good person while the family I live with continue to take advantage of me by borrowing money and getting after me when I buy food for myself and not invite them...yet they don't reciprocate; trying to stay away from some of the said family members and other random Mexican men who think that because I am lighter and a young woman that I must be wanting some action from every Mexican man; and of course, as Punk so cunningly put it, doing the aorta tap dance. Let's just say that yesterday was a day of bawling in my office, texting Jason and messaging my friend Damhnait for any support either of them could offer me all the while wondering is feeling like this really worth it?

Jason said it best when he said to me, "You should be in Mexico and not in Hell!" which some of you might think is really melodramatic, but then you hopefully have not ever had to wonder if that person's hand just slipped?