Friday, April 29, 2016

Trapped in the blues

I seem to have more and more bad days. I don't want to do anything, I don't want to go anywhere and I don't want to talk to anyone. Yet I am terribly lonesome. I find myself taking an extra Klonopin and sleeping most of the day.

I know I need help, but the times I have reached out have done no good. I have a friend who has pulled her anxiety filled self up by her bootstraps and is activally trying to help herself. I don't have the desire? the drive? the self-esteem to do that for myself.

Everyone is getting tired of Cindy has the blues again today. Even my sweet brother and his wife are tired of me calling them to talk.

I am not sure how much little longer I can do this.

Wait in Around to Die

Here I sit.