Posted on June 6, 2019, 4:09 am
I’m having a bad month and a rough night today my brain keeps regurgitating things I should have done for Mom but couldn’t or was unable to get done before her death, these are called the WHAT IF’S.
Overwhelming agony and fear of the unknown at this point in my life. Everyone you’ve ever known and love has been taken from you by this supreme being called God, the giver of life.
This is starting to give me Acid Reflux now, time for me to take my medication and go to bed before I have a panic attack or heart attack. Is anyone else up tonight mentally distraught and tired, if so tell us about it?
They tell I should be grateful that I’m still alive, but it’s more to life than being happy you survived for now. Being alive isn’t that simple because if it was you wouldn’t have so many people committing suicide. Life its self is rough, hard, relentless, and unforgiving. Life is fucked up at least 85 percent of the time the other 15 may be pleasant but don’t get too happy or comfortable because of the redeemer or should I say the big grim reaper will come and fuck that up for you. Forgive me these are just the ranting and raving of a disappoint hurt and flawed human being.
