......how do I make stop?
That is my emotional state right now. One minute I am ok, positive, and thinking happy thoughts then BAM I am drowning in a puddle of my own tears and snot. Shaking and gasping for air in a room filled with the stuff. Who do you talk to? What do you say? I am not sure where to begin. I am a mess. My poor husband is in his own hell and I see the pain in his eyes when he looks at me. He sees my suffering and my grasping at a happy life with buttery hands. At some point the butter will wear off. The pain will fade to a small ache some where between the shoulder blades and life will roll along smoothly.
As for right now I am in a temporary bipolar state. I will survive.....I always do.
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