RaeDreams's Journal

Well,  at least the hemmorhoids aren't my central issue anymore.  Now, menopause is gripping me in its jaws and shaking me like a ragdoll.  My depression has deepened to depths I never thought possible.  It's a good thing breathing is autonomic, because I think I'd fail to breathe from the despair I feel most of the time.  I don't feel there's any hope or help for me, anymore.  Real cheerful aren't I?