The part of me that thinks life is what you make of it wants to slap this sulking creature, tell it to snap out of it.
Another part of me, the one that knows for most of us success in life is as much due to our hard work as it is the product of a series of accidents and lucky coincidences, fears luck is not on my side on this one.
Chemical aid does not seem to be helping, although without the antidepressant who knows how low I would be right now.
I am tired of the uncertainty and fear. I am angry and resentful. My life as it know it is most likely at an end. I am scared of what my future life will look like. I fear it's only downhill from here.
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