It’s awful I have to remind myself I will be okay.
Because, inside, it feels like I am dying.
I wish that I could do anything to relieve me of this pain.
I’ve done so much already, God. I’m trying.
Please deliver me from this.
Put your grace on doctors’ hands
I hate to go back to them but I must.
I’m not going to get over this.
I’m only getting worse.
I can’t help it there is no one I can trust!