therionbloodsworn

My right foot can barely hold weight. My left knee can't bend to 90 degrees. And I'm working 50 hours a week. It hurts to be me but what has to be done must be done. I have people who depend on me and bills to pay.

I think though it would be easier without the frustration inside. The doubt that lingers in my head. And the disrespect from family and co-workers who question my capabilities and don't actually see what I'm doing. I feel the sacrifices I've made mean nothing and in the end all will be pointless.

This too will pass I guess. Dust in the wind...