I haven’t blogged for awhile. Minus the post from a few days ago.
My MS is keeping me homebound; 91% of the time. Since Monday my left leg has turned into what feels like a block of cement. I’m pretty much in a slight state of depression over this. I walk and feel nothing but pain. I want to cry, but I can’t. I’m dragging around my leg and I know people are looking at me, so why go outdoors? Why face the stares?
I have to. Because I do need to make a living while I still can.
Not a damn thing.
I went into a few glasses of red wine thinking it could cure at least some of the thoughts I have weighing on my mind right now.
Being into a friend who I thought was into me back.. seriously who leads someone on when you’re in your late 20s???? I guess that’s still a thing after all. Who knew.
I felt I was living Taylor Swift’s former life and felt like writing a hit song.
I hated my life.
I’m realizing glasses 1-4 might’ve been a mistake. I don’t drink often & not nearly enough.