Every day just seems to bring more problems that accumulate faster than I can fix them.
One of those problems was finding a family friend dead on his bathroom floor. He had stopped taking his medications and replaced them with Busch. He spent his last few days in a drunken stupor until his heart gave out.
What I seem to be struggling with the most is that I’m not sad that he’s gone. I’m not even angry that he gave up. I think I’m jealous that he found a way out.
Thank you so much for sharing. I really don’t have a response right now, I may later, but I at least wanted to let you know that I read it, I appreciate it, and I will take all of it to heart. Thank you, and I hope you’re feeling much better now! ❤️
I still struggle at times but I do way better these days. Took a lot of work. I wish you the best!