What the hell…Chilly’s little spot on lit

I am very stubborn. I’d rather die than ask for help. I’d rather crawl through broken glass than accept help. This past week I asked for help and I accepted an offer of help. Huge steps. It didn’t fix what’s going on and I’m even ok with that. Learning things don’t have to be “fixed.”

This healing thing works…but damn it’s hard.
 
Soooo….we’re now part of the Cancer Club. One lady just finished her last treatment.

I hate this club.

ETA: very happy for that other woman, didn’t mean for it to sound like I wasn’t
 
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