The needles are making me feel like a pin cushion.
The pills seem to be unending and unneeded.
The waiting is unbearable, lonely, disappointing …
The days are filled with constant unknowns punctuated with anxiety and pain with little moments of joy
This is all a temporary state I know…
Tomorrow will be better I pray…
This will all pass….
Today I am just really tired of being me….
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