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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