Writing from my sugar-drugged, depressed haze
I haven’t showed up here in about a week because when I’m failing I don’t even want to be seen. Yet, I remember writing that week I would show up no matter. These days the only capabilities I feel I have is to over eat. I’ve been on disability for, god, 8 years now. I had some awful physical illness happen to me back then, then, emotionally, I still have yet to recover from all the loss that created. I have just been paralyzed since. At this point I can’t say that I even know how to eat like a normal human being, making an actual decent meal, sitting down to a table and, mindfully, eating. My car looks like some crumb-fest and my apt is dish covered and, I barely care. Then I hesitate to show up here because who really wants to hear all this depressing crap! I need a life back. I need not to be afraid of moving forward anymore. When I got sick, it was totally out of my control and it took everything from me so, why try when I have zero control of what could happen. Sorry, just venting or, whining but, here. Now if I could only get here before the bowl of cereal, peach cobbler, bag of popcorn, 3 chocolate squares, large frozen mac & cheese, 2 bananas and 3 and a 1/2 cinnamon rolls, that would be much better. Disgusting! yet I have no idea how to make it stop. perhaps a stroke or heart attack will do the trick =(
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