Showing up at the ER with a hemoglobin of 4. I should be dead.
Being cured of cancer.
Tests are back. Sure enough it was cancer.
Zachary regressing in behavior because I was gone a week.
Putting my 9yo on suicide watch. I don’t want to talk about it. Yet. She’s getting help.
Taking an emergency trip to Indy to rescue an adult adopted child from a deadly medical emergency. I’m out of work right now anyway. Indy is only 3 hours away. The government handed me gas money. The 9yo is going with me. I leave Monday.
Leaving a cult. I do not wish to talk about it.
Being this fucking tired. Like. So tired.