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I'm gonna be OK...

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I’m gonna be OK.

I’m a strong woman, often stronger than I feel. I’ve been through hell and back, and always pull out stronger than before. 159 more words


I have no idea...

Ever since Scott dropped the bomb on me, I feel like I’ve been living in a fog.

Trying to explain it to outsiders makes it hurt even worse. 187 more words



I’m lost.
I’m confused.
I’m heartbroken.

Scott is essentially breaking up with me because of his diagnosis. He wants me to go out and meet someone else. 14 more words



When Gus catches pneumonia, Michael fusses over him; fixing and passing and worrying like some relentless guardian angel. “She’ll be fine,” Lilly tells her. “The doctors gave him antibiotics.” Michael turns on Lilly with a vicious expression and tells her to get out. 63 more words


Thoughts on Rediscovering the Lost

A couple of weeks ago, I was cleaning out a closet upstairs in the kid’s section of the house. There were several cardboard boxes of toys and I was going through them and moving the toys to plastic bins that would protect the toys better. 1,177 more words

Sometimes You Have To Build A Snowman

Sometimes you just need to hold on for one more day. Depression can hit at the most inopportune times. It can simmer awhile. You can keep it at bay and then all of a sudden it has overwhelmed you. 788 more words


Here We Go...

I really didn’t want to have to write this post.

I’m fucking terrified. The initial tests came back from the fluid they drained from Scott’s lung, and it’s bad news. 116 more words