My heart is broken. I am trying to find away to stitch the pieces of it together, but I have parts missing in my heart and memory. Some are returning in a good way and some in a bad way. My depression sunk me into sleeping so I do not have to feel this emptiness within me. I have no desire to write anymore. I cannot even focus enough to read long posts. I am on facebook because it is short sweet and I can use my phone where ever my body needs to be from bed to bath.
I am not sure where my life will grow from here. Right now the seed is waiting for the perfect time to start growing.