Each morning I wake up. I have all these intentions of my day is going to be like. For instance wanting to clean up my house, but not having the physical stamina to do it. Now mind you, I live in a one-bedroom apartment. So this shouldn't be a difficult task, but being connected to my oxygen all the time makes me feel helpless at times. I breakdown when I'm alone because my family really can't help me with this. I'm dealing with yet another health crisis. I am being put in the hospital to do a bone marrow biopsy. Then I am dealing with a relationship that doesn't matter to me anymore because I know deep down the only reason he's still around is because of that car he is driving. Just tired. I need to be back in therapy, but I can't afford to pay for the sessions on a weekly basis. I'm trying not get used to the money that my sister gives me because she could decide that she wants to move on without me and I can only respect her for that. I'm so depre...
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