I’m struggling.
I can’t speak on what I’m going through right now.
But all I ask for is a prayer.
I don’t think I am sick with anything.
Even though in the past 6 months or so I have lost 45 pounds.
I don’t have an appetite at all.
I get nauseated when I try to eat.
My iron is probably at deaths door.
My blood pressure is 101/68.
Not extremely low but concerning.
Doc has me doing checks at home and having to come in for recheck.
My main issue…STRESS
I just can’t speak on what it is.
I will only say it’s stressful and involves my son.
We all know he’s autistic and has special needs.
He has started eloping.
But that’s as far as I can speak on right now.
I just need help and trying so hard but help seems like planets away.
I’m crying on the inside and out.
Life has been so hard, granted there are others that have ot harder.
I refuse to pitty myself.
That’s not who I am.
My life may have been a deck of non matching cards with more negatives than a failed business.
I am trying to climb this mountain with shoes that are losing their grip.
I want more than anything to reach the top without guardrails.
But honestly, I could use a few on the way up.
