I think that says everything about how I am feeling right now.
My appointment went horribly today. I'm hurting too much to go into any detail.
Suffice to say, I am done. I have nothing left in me. There is no fight left. There is no hope of ever feeling better. And there is nothing left to say.
I thank you all for reading this blog, sharing in my drama, venting with me, and most importantly, sending me your constant support and love.
I don't know what I am going to do but writing about nothing is better done by people named Seinfeld.
I am sad. I am in pain. And there's no point talking about it anymore.
If, at some point, I happen to cross over the rainbow and meet the man behind the curtain who just so happens to have what I need in a pocket of his worn overcoat, I might jot down a few words.
Fly and be free, friends.
Be good to one another.
Live long...and prosper.