I can’t even fucking tell you how long it’s been since I’ve smoked fucking weed. Because this bitch, can’t handle her shit.
Anxiety and stress, literally destroy a woman’s uterus. . No shit. It all makes sense now.
That’s why I’m this way, and why my dear friend is unable to conceive. …epiphany.
12 hour work shift, and my feet feel as thin as fragile glass. The ache and pain is keeping me up at night, I lay here more sunken into the depression I keep to myself. He sleeps when I don’t, and I sleep when he can’t…
I’m too tired to cry, in too much pain to allow a head ache.
I’m too tired to feel.. He may never understand this side of me.