The medication isn’t working.
That means there’s something fundamentally wrong with me.
I’m so tired.
The medication isn’t working.
That means there’s something fundamentally wrong with me.
I’m so tired.
I still don’t know how to process everything.
The ability to regulate my emotions is becoming difficult again.
It’s hard trying to decifer if I ask too much or the bare minimum from others.
It’s a bad day.
I know I need to work on myself but I wish you could be here to help…
The truly good things in my life have been ruined. And the only person I can blame is myself.
At this point in life I don’t think it’s survivors guilt. It really should have been me.
How many times does my heart have to break before God decides my character has been developed enough?
Questions that will remain unanswered pt. 1
I’m having difficulties processing today. Words are all jumbled and making little sense or making sense in strange ways. They seem above my ability to comprehend.