Journal

Ick. I'm under. Under. Something. But I'm okay. I'm just in need of doing a LOT of things that seem so hard for me. But they're not chemo, or surgery, or fighting back after house burns down - things people do go through. I'm kind of afraid. Of going through anything that DOES come my way, alone. I'm a bit overwhelmed. But as i type this, I know I'm okay. Good. And that I'm not really alone. I do have people who love me. I miss J though. And L is negotiating to be with me again. I can't. And A is nice, and a good diversion, but I think maybe not good FOR me... It's okay. I'll come home after work and sleep. And then have two days to do the crap I've been avoiding out of fear.... It will get better.