Thursday, August 14, 2014

I don't know what day it is

since Mom was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, but I woke up at 3 a.m. crying in my sleep. I was having a nightmare, Mom was dying. Then I woke up and realized it wasn't a nightmare after all.

I am not dealing with this very well and can feel myself slipping back into depression. Slowly.

If I can't handle the death of our dog, how the hell am I going to manage this?
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I am listening to:  Nothing
I am reading: Nothing
And I am:  Not good

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