I feel like I’ve got a wire in me that is shorting out.
Like I am on the verge of losing my shit.
There are things I do not speak of on here even though this is sort of my diary or journal.
There are things that remain locked inside my brain under lock and key with no one else having the spare.
There are folks you should be able to confide in but I just can’t.
It’s weird and very hard to explain.
I know I’m not the only one that lives this way.
Now that my momma is gone as well as Chewy I feel lost.
Yes I have my best friend and my daughter.
There are things I can’t speak of.
There are things I feel like I have to take to my grave.
I used to go to therapy, a long time ago but i have a bit of an issue with trust.
I can’t trust things said in private are kept there in just that…private.
There are things that I don’t know if my mind made them up to protect me or if they are in fact real.
Today I just feel on the on the verge of something, what it is I don’t know.
On another note my surgery clearance the surgeon(s) needed is done and it’s t-minus 25 days til the start of something new.
I also decided to cut my hair so it’s easier for me to manage considering I have hair resting in my butt cheeks it’s so long.
So my bestie is gonna get er done.
I’ll have to measure it and see what the final score was once done.
Until next post…
