Thursday, September 8, 2011


You would think that after one year, three months and one day, I would start finding my own groove, learn how to handle things on my own. But I'm not. I'm overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with worry. Overwhelmed with stress. Overwhelmed with life.

Julia's left eye is doing a weird thing. I'm petrified she has a brain tumor.

I made a couple mistakes at work. I'm terrified I'm going to lose my job.

I went back to school. I'm fretting I've taken on too much.

Julia cries some days about having to go to school. I ache for her.

I started to like someone. I am incapable of moving forward.

I feel so alone. I feel overwhelmed.

1 comment:

Guenther said...

My mother died of lymphoma 20 years ago and I still miss her. You can not help it to miss the one you loved. Time to move on. Take up a hobby, photograph your daughter. Collect flowers it worded for me