This is a rough time... the isolation, the uncertainty, and the fear...
And it can always get worse...
A friend of mine decided everything was too much. He opted out. His wife is a widow a second time. His stepchildren are without a father again.
So angry yet I am also so deep into dispair myself.
This is when I miss the shots of tequila...
...the constant flow of Long Islands...
....using the alcohol to wash down the pills...
... Flexeril... Vicodin... Xanax... all at the same time...
....and still only sleep for five hours....
.... never again though.
Depression lies. Anxiety lies. Self doubt lies.
You keep fighting... because everyday you make it through is a win.
arroezze:
24 hours a time. Sorry to hear for your friend and his significant other. Lessons like these are difficult but surely show you how fragile we are.
elixic:
I don't know if I can say anything more than I read this and I empathize. As @arroezze said, one day at a time. Reach out to someone if you have to, even to a stranger like me, I'm happy to listen if nothing else. Thanks for sharing.