Each night lately I think the same thought when I get home from this job – Is this it? Is this my life? I sort of enjoy it but it can’t be ‘it’. The thought is terrifying and depressing. I’m exhausted. It’s 9:45pm.
Living with Diabetes 1.5
Each night lately I think the same thought when I get home from this job – Is this it? Is this my life? I sort of enjoy it but it can’t be ‘it’. The thought is terrifying and depressing. I’m exhausted. It’s 9:45pm.