walkingthewhiteline's Journal

I'm getting closer and closer-but I am trying hard to fight it.

Hospital, no thank you.

I have to fight it at home where my loves are-my babies.  When they are around their magic changes me.  Without my children and friend-I would die no matter what meds. they put me on.

Tumbleweeds roll by...so what if I'm talking to myself...I know it gets hard to listen to my problems.