Really struggling through some things.
Need a break.
Cannot wait for our vacation week after next.
For today, just vegging. Processing. Praying. Crying.
Sobbed so hard last night on my drive home from a party that I was nearly choking.
Making me physically ill.
Wanting to hide in a hole.
Wishing I could redo yesterday.
Today I am in a funk.
Today I don't like myself.
Today I hate Fibromyalgia.
Today I hate being a girl.