Survival Mode
I've gone into survival mode. I made it through worship, even though my husband was too ill to go. I made it. I can't feel anything. When we got to church, I was almost hysterical, but as soon as we walked in, I turned it all off. I can't feel anything. Now we're home and I'm feeling physically ill. But my husband and 'S' are here with me. I'm going to make it. I don't know how much longer this wall is going to stay up. I hurt so much on the inside, I just can't access any of it. Thank you all so much for your support through all of this. Everything has changed, and it's hard to find my bearings. I hate it.

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