Little One
L ost
I n years since gone.
T rapped Inside
T errified.
L eft alone to
E ndure The Pain Alone.
O bscuring My Reality Where Im
N ever good
E nough.
-redhanded.
journal entry 9.17.2024
Seeing as how I have to vent, I don't currently have a therapist, I'm waiting on the new case manager to call back (I've tried her twice now), and my friends are either busy or have so much going on that I'm trying to help them. I don't want to put my burden on someone else anyways. So I graze the surface and say I'm fine. I guess what I mean to say is I haven't journaled or kept one but by all the information I'm having to hold in to find a soul I can share my deep thoughts with I think this is a new beginning. I'm sure no one will read this most don't even know about this page except rare few but it will be my escape to talk freely about how I actually feel. Lately I've felt like I was hit by a Mac truck with the way my feet have been hurting sometimes the pain is so bad I just have to go to sleep or lay around which isn't like me. Guess I need to call physical therapy for the 3rd time to see if they can get me scheduled for appoin...
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