I don't know where to start or what to say. I want to cry. I've wanted to cry all day. I don't know that I have ever felt so alone in my entire life. Ever. I feel empty and alone. I haven't been writing because I have had absolutely nothing positive to say. I've been sick for days, anyhow. I still have nothing positive to say. In fact, I probably have even less. So, if you want to stop reading right now, that is fine with me. I have to vent. I have to feel like there is someone, somewhere, anywhere, who knows...

I just deleted a paragraph. I have nothing bad to say about anyone. My situation is. It just is. And here I am sitting at my computer crying my eyes out. My kids are calling and I'm not answering. My house is a disaster. And I'm all alone. Just me and the kids. The three of us. I can't write any more. I can't.
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  1. Just Be Real Says:

    Broken one, just where you are at is fine. Write about exactly what you are feeling now matter what you are feeling. Dear one, I am learning this. I too feel a lot of the time I have nothing positive to say and I am so very low I do not have the energy or drive and my stinking thinking takes over. But, with God's grace I push on. I hear you and I feel your struggle.

    ((((Safe Hugs))))

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