...in my boxers...
|I feel like I'm loosing control.... every day there's something new to deal with. Not only am I having to deal with the aftereffects of the accident, but each day.... more and more is piled on. Mood swings, likely because of the crash, and trauma, make it worse. My shoulders are begining to buckle... thank you, friends on pip, for being there for me. Yet even you can't help me, in my mind's eye, see control and calmness as something to grasp. Don't mind me... I'm sorry. I've had a really bad day. Likely, tommorrow will be better. Today had it's ups, and at the moment is a down. I'll shut up now... thank you for listening...
I'm dealing with too much.... I'm loosing control.
[This message has been edited by PoetryIsLife (03-15-2002 03:25 AM).]