it's been one thing after another, I'm not working my doctor won't help, my depression is now debilitating and i can't pull myself up. i'm sitting her crying for myself and saying to myself I'm sorry I can't help you. I'm so sorry i can't help you.
i am so pathetic. i worked so hard and i have no power or energy or anything left. i'm a completely all used up. i don't have enough money to stop working and i can't work and retirement isn't enough. it's totally overwhelming.
it's like i'm watching myself get into a car wreck in slow motion and i can't stop it. i can see what's happening and i can feel all the pain but i can't stop the wreck.
Well, I'm having a hysterectomy (probably spelled wrong) done. And I'm scared to go through with it. I hate needles, I mean with a passion. I'm like a big ol' baby when it comes to needles. I'll admit it, I have no shame. But to be sliced open, a part of your body removed, and sewn up again, I can barely comprehend. Deep down inside, I don't want to go through with this. But I know it must be...