week from hell

So, I know that I am not the only one who has these because I was talking to a customer yesterday and he started the conversation out with "are you having the same week I am having?".. and it wasn't in a good way.

How does this happen? This series of events and interractions with people that make you wonder "is the world conspiring against me?". Is it God's quirky sense of humor? Is it karma coming back to clear your karmic debt? (if thats the case I should be all paid off in a few months). It becomes a challenge to look on the bright side.... because the bright side starts getting more and more faded, or I have to keep lowering the bar of what I am greatful for. Every day this week that bar got lower and lower. I started out the week in a good mood, ready to take on the world, drum up business, meet and interact with people, get back to that 12 step program I have had such a hard time keeping up with lately.

But by Friday, 5:30, I was ready to go to bed and pull the covers up to my eye balls and try and forget the whole dam nightmare of a week. It just kept getting worse and worse. From the friend that constantly cancels plans, to the landlord that gave me a hard time for having a friend in my house without being there myself ("we'd be much more comfortable if you limited access to the house to yourself and your dog walker"), to the crazy brother who deleted key files on my computer and then turned around and blamed me, to the car tune up that was supposed to cost 350 bucks but turned into almost $800.

And money. Everytime I turn around someone wants my money. I'm sorry, did I call it MY money? My mistake. The x landlord/xfriend who squeezed me for 650 bucks because I decided to move out of the DUMP he calls a rental. Have you ever tried living in the same building as a hoarder? And have him as your landlord? That's an excercise in slum living.... and paying top dollar to do it. Embarrassed to invite anyone over because the guy on the other side of the wall has food on his kitchen floor and rat feces in his utensil drawer, and you can't find a clear path to the shared laundry room. And if you ask said hoarder to fix a leaking kitchen sink, or repair a torn screen (that has been torn for the three years you've been living there) he tells you to do it yourself. But his hand is always there on the first of the month for the rent check. AND he would sneak into my apartment and steal my food while I wasn't there. Most of the time I would give him food because it was so depressing watching him sit in front of his TV, in the midst of all the filth. But if I wasn't home he would come into my apartment and take my food. I went away for a week once and when I got back there was nothing left in my refrigerator. But by some strange logic this same weirdo called me after I moved out, and the first month I thought he was comping me because he should have been so relieved to have someone move into the dump... he calls me and tells me I owe him 650 bucks. Paid him off to get him out of my life.

I've had one of those years where my faith in people and especially friends has really been tested. I've had some vile interactions with people this year, from people I thought were peers in my support group, to people I hardly know being actively vindictive. My faith has been tested in humanity. They say not to put people up on pedestals because sooner or later they will fail you. Well this has been the year that I learned this lesson. And it has been painful, very painful. I have never felt so alone in my path... spirituall, emotionally, physically. I don't know how POW's have gotten throgh their experiences.... what a test of faith that must be. Being a prisoner of war must make the whole human race look like shit.

But there have been the people that have helped. I am not denying that. There have. Why is it that the ugliness of human nature can somehow, sometimes, drown out any good that there may be to experience? Why are some weeks, ok, this has been a year for me, one solid effin year, where I have really questioned humanity and what it's true core is comprised of? Are these *tests* or is it just growing pains?

Just about this time last year I was actively trying to live with an open heart. I wanted to live full out with an open heart. And it looked possible. But then, after two deaths, "friends" locking me out of my own home with no warning, not even a chance to pack my things.... 24 hours after my boyfriend died in my arms.... the journey has been a rough one. And i will admit, alot of days look bleek. It's been hard recovering from that broken heart and broken trust and broken faith. My heart is not open, I am wary. I don't like crowds, I don't like people a whole lot, I don't like to be surrounded by people. It makes me uncomfortable.

How does one survive a loss of faith? How does one get ones faith back? Does anyone have any useful information?