Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Drowning
Every time I see someone writing about bad stuff happening to them, I see a lot of
- "I'll pray for you"
- "God will help you out"
- "I'll pray for you"
- "God will help you out"
You know what? We are NOT alone on this planet, God is not supposed to handle each and every thing for us.
Who can you really count on?
Saturday, June 29, 2019
Alone, Badmouthing, Disappoint, Family, Friends, Sadness, True, Trust
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I often get emails from you guys out there, who feels totally alone and abandoned.
How do you move on, when you feel neglected, overlooked or even ignored?
Physical symptoms of psychological sickness
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Breathing, Chest pain, Children, Family, Finances, Personal notes, Physical symptoms
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Before I felt like I didn't get enough oxygen, now I can only take small breaths, otherwise I feel a stinging pain. And since I don't have a knife planted into my chest, it must be caused by something else
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I think it's the feeling of being trapped.
Now we know it is cancer
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Cancer, Diagnose, Family, Feeling Numb, Hospital, Mental, Mom, Sadness, Surgery
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Overwhelming feelings
Thank you very much for your kind and heartwarming emails. I'm currently not writing much, I know, but don't worry, I'm hanging in there and am currently fighting off my own demons.
I'm frustrated about a lot of stuff, and as usual, If there's too much, it's like clothes in a dryer, rolling around in a big mess.
And I can't seem to find the button to turn it off.
And I can't seem to find the button to turn it off.
But it's the "normal" stuff like
Will I ever get better?
What about employment?
Can I control my anger, which is new to me?
Will I ever get better?
What about employment?
Can I control my anger, which is new to me?
Why I chose to be Anonymous
And now I found it... :-)
It's not that I, under normal circumstances, feel that I'm a really bad person (but when I'm depressed), I'm not ashamed of being sick or ashamed to have the feelings I have.
But if I knew my children would find this by searching my name, or people who will take advantage of that knowledge could find it, I would always weigh my words and be careful not to make it sound too bad and paint a more pretty picture.
But it would all be a lie. And then there would be no reason to write for me or anybody else...
I write for myself, my writing turned out to help others, but that was not the main goal.
The main goal was to make a sort of diary with a totally truthful description of what I'm going thru, no matter how scary, frightening, dark, ugly and lethal it sometimes is.














