Do you want to fly with the eagles…
or scratch with the turkeys?
“Eagles may fly high, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines!”
This post is going to start off in the depressed mood I’m coming out of. I cant help it or control it sometimes, but stay with me its going to finish good!
Some days I feel like I’m an inmate, in a cell, in a prison of my mind. A Ditch, a slump, a bad day, whatever you want to call it, it’s all the same. Normally, I’m all for posting positive things and how life is tough but you’ll get through it type stuff.
The past couple of days have been really hard on me emotionally, medically and physically.
I feel like I’ve become numb to myself. I’ve seen alot and I’ve been through a lot in my life that most would not be able to handle. I’m just ready for it to be done, but the sad part is, it’s lifelong.
It’s so frustrating and disheartening to wake…
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