I feel so alone. It's 2am where I am, and at night, when I get to thinking, this is when it hits the hardest.
I have to reschedule another appointment. I can't bring myself to go. I don't want to leave the house. I miss how things used to be.
When I was in the hospital, I felt more loved than I ever have before. I woke up to my mom and dad, my sister I hadn't talked to in years spoke to me when I was under on life support. My other sister and my in-laws drove from other states to see me. It brought everyone together. For a month of my life, even though I was so close to dying, I never felt more at peace or more alive.
Now, I'm alone once again. I have a husband, and he's more than amazing, but I know he has to be getting tired of me being so unmotivated. I have my son, but he honestly deserves better, someone who will play with him and teach him new things all the time. I have my in-laws, and they try to support me, but they don't understand.
I can't get out of bed. I can't be at peace with myself. I can't keep it up. I feel guilty, I feel like it'd just be easier if I wasn't here. No more worrying about appointments, or infusions. No more having to put up with my withdrawn and selfish moods. I convince myself that I'm doing my best, but I'm not. Why do I feel so trapped?
Why can't I bring myself to get out of bed and just feel better? It's been at least a month since I last got out of bed and did anything.
I'm so sorry. I just need a friend. Or anyone to talk to. I hate asking because I know everyone has better things to worry about than some random girl on the internet. I'm hurting so much.