You can't really act or talk without getting villified in one way shape or form.
Surrendered it all. That's all I live by.
When I'm gone, it will be their greatest sigh of relief.
Still, cancer f***ing sucks.
Let me just get this out here and out of my insides...
The tiredness is never ending.
Emotional, physical, mental. The guilt and shame goes hand in hand too.
Trying to keep afloat is harder everyday, but you gotta keep it up for them.
Tucked away in my crochet corner, i concentrated on the pen holders, making 'em one after another, giving me a silent reprieve to the insurmountable thoughts.