This is turning into my dumping ground of emotions, an outlet for all the shit we're going through. That I'm going through. I can't even tell what's going on with John these days. He is so out of it. I'm scared for him, and -- I almost can't say it-- I'm scared of him. I'm scared of myself too. There are waves of sickness I'm getting that the doctors can't seem to pinpoint the cause of beyond stress, so what the fuck amd I supposed to do? I just get more stressed out thinking about it. And then I think I"m crazy because I see these images in my dreams that are like almost real life, but something is off about them and I don't like what they're telling me about us, about our family.
What am I doing? If anyone still looks at this blog please help. What do I do? I'm disabling comments so they won't go public but I will be able to see them. Thanks for letting me vent. I don't think you ahve to be worried for our health at this point but is good to know people are watching us to see if we ever come out of our house.
What am I doing? If anyone still looks at this blog please help. What do I do? I'm disabling comments so they won't go public but I will be able to see them. Thanks for letting me vent. I don't think you ahve to be worried for our health at this point but is good to know people are watching us to see if we ever come out of our house.