My surgery today went well. There was nothing to it. My chest is a little achy, but it’ll pass. My mom made supper tonight and we were watching Big Bang Theory (her favorite show) . I’m gearing down for the night so I’m on my kindle, starting my nightly routine.
But I’m feeling pretty down tonight. It seems that most people I meet are strong and have their lives semi figured out. Me? I try to put myself out there but my anxiety keeps me from doing so many things. I’ll never be able to bear a child. I’m a second class citizen in my mind. I don’t matter as much as someone else.
Going to end that here before it gets even more depressing. Peace out.