So I have fallen apart. Yesterday I told my doctor/therapist that I didn't feel safe and needed to go to the hospital or be with someone at all times. We rushed around calling Ronald to leave a meeting for work and called my sister to pick me up. I hate being so low that I need to be with people every second, it makes me feel like a failure, like a burden. But this is how it is.

Today Ronald is working from home. I have some medicine to take throughout the day to mellow me out. I still feel horrible. But I'm here. And that's something.

xx, C


  1. =( I'm sorry. I'll be thinking about you.

  2. Glad you're here girl. That takes a lot of strength to reach out to your doctor for help. Proud of you.
    Sending you love.

  3. Hey chicka - I am very, very new to your blog. I have not had the time I desire to be able to delve more deeply into the soul you write here, but I want to. I want to know you, I want to comment on your writing; I want to laugh with you and smile for you.

    I'm thrilled that you've taken this step, it is so, so important. Best wishes lady. Hang in there. :) Thinkin' aboutcha!



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