Journal Entry for December 29, 2007
Setting a goal. I want to improve my self esteem. This is going to be pritty tough. I base the way I feel about myself on the way …
is feeling Horrible
I am a mother and I am deppressed I have no passions right now
Setting a goal. I want to improve my self esteem. This is going to be pritty tough. I base the way I feel about myself on the way …
Well, it is the middle of the night again and I am awake. Now instead of depression I am feel anxious. I stopped taking anxiety pills …
I am completely ashamed of myself I have spent the whole day freaking out and remembering all that has past. All that I miss. All that I …
I am so tired of people in my life. When I got divorced I made some pritty rash decissions and certainly couldn't have made it through …
praying for you . I understand the feeling hon and am here if you need to talk
(((HUGS))) I feel the same way.
{{{BIG HUGS}}}
Spreading some love! Be well! Have an awesome week!
Sending you{{{{{{{[Hugs}}}}}}}}I hope you feel better Soon.All my support to you!take care of yourself
I am sad all the time. I can cry at anytime. I don't know what is happening to me. I have many medical issues. I love my children and love to have them home with me but feel crowded when they are around. I have a great male friend that lives with me. He is very supportive but has issues of his own. I hate burdening him with my mood swings and boy do they swing. I feel no need to kill myself because I already feel dead. I want to be alone but I am soooo lonely. I am out of room
I was bleeding bad christmas time of1999 for new years I was in the hospital where they said I had ulcertive colitis but when the bleeding stopped they did a scope and found cancer they removed my entire colon and later I had a take down sergery. Later the problems did not stop I went to Mayo where they discovered I had chrons. I have reacted with bad side affects to most all drugs. I was taking infussion or remicade max dose and had bad reactions. Now I take xifaxan it help but not great.
I have done a little reading and find myself in bold print under codependency. I grew up in a phsycal and emotional abusive home. My father was abused and he abused, drank and was emotionally demanding. My mother was distant. She was so in Love with him she would allow anything. she did not know how to show love to us. She would sit by while he beat us. I resent her more than him for this. He was also the only one who showed us affection and played with us.