I promised honesty with this blog. I haven’t been lately.
I’m struggling mightily.
I’ve spent the last four days on the brink of tears all the time. I’m exhausted, which I did mention. My wound is a whole thing of annoyance. I’m scared that whatever is happening with my muscles isn’t going to be temporary.
I’m tired of all of this but feel like I don’t have much of a choice. And I don’t know what to do about it.
I’m not suicidal. Please don’t worry on that level. And I know you all mean well, but I don’t feel strong, and I sure as hell don’t feel like I’ve got this. please save those things for another time.
I don’t know what I need. Just send some good thoughts into the universe.
This again? 
I’d say take it one thing at a time, but you seem to get hit with ten things at a time. Hugs for you. Breathe and worry about what you can control. You can drink your fluids. You can rest. You can speak about what scares you, so you don’t have to carry it alone my friend.
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