Got to sleep in (6:30), felt good but I still wake up tired.
Life has become sort of like a prison sentence. You just try to get through a day, with the goal being you are one day closer to the end. You get trapped in this cell of despair. But, there is hope. Sometimes it's just a smile from a stranger holding the door for you. Often it's a phone call from a daughter or friend. A card in the mail with a nice message. Watching a bird fly away. Hearing how someone else copes & what they've been through.
I have a wonderful family & job(s), a house, cars, health. One would think, how fortunate I am. I know I am. You guys all know what I'm trying to say. It's the loss of someone loved, the grief, sadness, there's just no way to really describe it--heartache, soulache, whatever.
I gotta go but will write more about my new RX.
love you all