As I lay here in my bed stressed out and anxious, I don’t think I’m gonna make it.
Something changed in my brain. I am messed up. I have no appetite. I don’t think I will be able to go back to work. But maybe going to the office would help me instead of ruminating at home.
Whoever reads this, I hope we all heal.
But this is pure torture for me.
I am frozen in time and unable to enjoy anything.
I used to make jokes with my son every day. Now I’m just there on autopilot.
Even if I go out I feel the same.
I think my wife is getting tired of taking care of me.
I used to be the rock that holds the family together but now I feel like a burden.
Writting in here actually distracts my brain which is good.
Sorry if I seem negative in my posts.