I wonder how many of you folks came here before or during your bankruptcy proceedings, and then ended up staying and reading the forums and sometimes answering the questions afterwards.
In a brief recount, I filed in August 2009 and got discharged in December 2009. The filing came as a result of not being able to deal with the total meltdown in late 2008, which eviscerated my small business, coupled with one bank's refusal to accept any short sale offer for a property, basing their decisions AFAIK on my healthy finances prior to the meltdown. In the end, forcing me to file was a good thing; on top of letting me out of that house, it eliminated an additional $60K+ of credit card debt.
I kept my wife off the filing, since a lot of our debt was in my name only.
A year later, and several things have changed. First of all, we are legally separated now. Too much stress, I guess. I am helping her deal with her debt at present, and just paid off an $11,000 Chase CC for about $4,000.
I have not acquired new debt, thank goodness. Yes, i use credit cards, but I pay them off every month. Thus far it has been possible.
The primary house loan was renegotiated and then accepted for permanent HAMP. Yes, we still live together. We don't really have a choice; my credit is ruined, and hers isn't in great shape either, but in any case, there is no selling the house as it is deeply underwater. We're kinda stuck. Still, it's a big house, and we live in opposite parts of it, and since we are still on excellent terms, it is working out. It helps with the kids, too, as they are really happy to still have both mommy and daddy there (having seen what a couple of nasty divorces had done to a few of their friends). It was a little awkward to have her bring her BF home at first, but we all adjusted. I can't bring myself to do the same though, not yet, so I'm a little lonely. I'm sure it isn't contributing.
The HELOC I simply stopped paying in February. Sure, it has trashed her credit, but what can they do otherwise? nothing. So I'm not paying. it may get settled at some point, I hope. In the meantime, she started working again, and is slowly becoming self-sufficient, which is again a good thing.
On the business side, I actually had a banner year in 2010, with my business somehow recovering faster than I could ever hope for. It came in fits and starts, but it did come. I'm quite nervous about next year, though, as I cannot gain any sense of how deals are advancing. It just seems like the decision making process is completely erratic, pretty much everywhere. No one has any confidence. A client can give me every sign of acceptance, including verbal confirmation, and then in the last minute pull out with no explanation. It just happened right before Christmas.
And that's just it. On the face of it, while recovery from a BK event is never simple, from all I can tell it's going pretty well. This should be a positive, even celebratory story of recovery post-BK.
Yet the anxiety is killing me. Everywhere I turn, it seems like I am one step away from being destroyed - and this time, without any safety nets at all (not even BK). There is no unemployment insurance for self-employed; I won't even have access to that if I lose all my clients (as happened in late 2008). Not that it would help; the cost basis for living out here is far higher than almost anywhere else. Nothing feels real, or stable. I fret over everything, every little expense, even though it doesn't seem to make sense; I find myself sometimes bargaining another 20 minutes or spending another hour looking for an extra $5 discount when I normally make ten times that in those same 20 minutes. The thought in my mind is "yes, but who says you will have someone wanting to actually pay you? suuuuuure, when you DO work, it pays well, but...", and but, and but. It's driving me crazy, this fear. I never lived in so much fear. And cynicism. I am cynical about everything. Nothing feels even remotely solid. I lose more sleep now than I did before my filing, with this dreadful and never-relenting sense of disastrous anticipation. I literally work in order to keep sane, because any moment of rest is a moment full of anxiety.
So I find myself in the odd position of doing as well as I ever have, while feeling worse than almost any other time in my life. Am I losing my mind? help! (I know you can't, but any insight would be helpful)
In a brief recount, I filed in August 2009 and got discharged in December 2009. The filing came as a result of not being able to deal with the total meltdown in late 2008, which eviscerated my small business, coupled with one bank's refusal to accept any short sale offer for a property, basing their decisions AFAIK on my healthy finances prior to the meltdown. In the end, forcing me to file was a good thing; on top of letting me out of that house, it eliminated an additional $60K+ of credit card debt.
I kept my wife off the filing, since a lot of our debt was in my name only.
A year later, and several things have changed. First of all, we are legally separated now. Too much stress, I guess. I am helping her deal with her debt at present, and just paid off an $11,000 Chase CC for about $4,000.
I have not acquired new debt, thank goodness. Yes, i use credit cards, but I pay them off every month. Thus far it has been possible.
The primary house loan was renegotiated and then accepted for permanent HAMP. Yes, we still live together. We don't really have a choice; my credit is ruined, and hers isn't in great shape either, but in any case, there is no selling the house as it is deeply underwater. We're kinda stuck. Still, it's a big house, and we live in opposite parts of it, and since we are still on excellent terms, it is working out. It helps with the kids, too, as they are really happy to still have both mommy and daddy there (having seen what a couple of nasty divorces had done to a few of their friends). It was a little awkward to have her bring her BF home at first, but we all adjusted. I can't bring myself to do the same though, not yet, so I'm a little lonely. I'm sure it isn't contributing.
The HELOC I simply stopped paying in February. Sure, it has trashed her credit, but what can they do otherwise? nothing. So I'm not paying. it may get settled at some point, I hope. In the meantime, she started working again, and is slowly becoming self-sufficient, which is again a good thing.
On the business side, I actually had a banner year in 2010, with my business somehow recovering faster than I could ever hope for. It came in fits and starts, but it did come. I'm quite nervous about next year, though, as I cannot gain any sense of how deals are advancing. It just seems like the decision making process is completely erratic, pretty much everywhere. No one has any confidence. A client can give me every sign of acceptance, including verbal confirmation, and then in the last minute pull out with no explanation. It just happened right before Christmas.
And that's just it. On the face of it, while recovery from a BK event is never simple, from all I can tell it's going pretty well. This should be a positive, even celebratory story of recovery post-BK.
Yet the anxiety is killing me. Everywhere I turn, it seems like I am one step away from being destroyed - and this time, without any safety nets at all (not even BK). There is no unemployment insurance for self-employed; I won't even have access to that if I lose all my clients (as happened in late 2008). Not that it would help; the cost basis for living out here is far higher than almost anywhere else. Nothing feels real, or stable. I fret over everything, every little expense, even though it doesn't seem to make sense; I find myself sometimes bargaining another 20 minutes or spending another hour looking for an extra $5 discount when I normally make ten times that in those same 20 minutes. The thought in my mind is "yes, but who says you will have someone wanting to actually pay you? suuuuuure, when you DO work, it pays well, but...", and but, and but. It's driving me crazy, this fear. I never lived in so much fear. And cynicism. I am cynical about everything. Nothing feels even remotely solid. I lose more sleep now than I did before my filing, with this dreadful and never-relenting sense of disastrous anticipation. I literally work in order to keep sane, because any moment of rest is a moment full of anxiety.
So I find myself in the odd position of doing as well as I ever have, while feeling worse than almost any other time in my life. Am I losing my mind? help! (I know you can't, but any insight would be helpful)
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