Closer
28 days left and the scales are tipping perilously. Things keep getting worse instead of better. Fear is utterly consuming me. I am so lost in all this negativity. I'm trying, trying so so hard, but it seems as though everything is against me.
Jill found out yesterday that she has cancer. She's supposed to get surgery today to have it removed because it's early stage, but I don't know when or where because she fell into depression because of it and has withdrawn. I haven't heard anything from her since around noon yesterday. It hurts. I want so bad to be by her side but instead she has closed up. I spent yesterday evening wrestling my own depression; went to the pub with Cory to try to escape it for awhile and instead drank too much and came back home in a despondent, miserable stupor. Now I'm lying in bed wishing fervently to hear from Jill, but not really expecting to until her surgery is over... Whenever that may be.
28 days left.
Jill found out yesterday that she has cancer. She's supposed to get surgery today to have it removed because it's early stage, but I don't know when or where because she fell into depression because of it and has withdrawn. I haven't heard anything from her since around noon yesterday. It hurts. I want so bad to be by her side but instead she has closed up. I spent yesterday evening wrestling my own depression; went to the pub with Cory to try to escape it for awhile and instead drank too much and came back home in a despondent, miserable stupor. Now I'm lying in bed wishing fervently to hear from Jill, but not really expecting to until her surgery is over... Whenever that may be.
28 days left.