I can not cry anymore, or feel anymore alone. I know it is no ones fault it is not a fault thing, it is still sometimes more than I can bear, but bear it I must indeed. Everything had been stripped from me. How much more of me and crumble, I wonder? Does God want this? What is he trying to show me through this humiliation, this gradual descent to less than a person? Is it empathy for those who have gone down this road before me, or is it as pointless as it feels

I have tried so hard to accomplish something in my life. I had children early in life, went to school so I could always support myself in this world.  I wanted not to be in my mother’s difficult position. I never wanted to depend financially on a man who could up and leave me destitute.  To be left to the kindness of others, whether it is a chartable organization whose funds can dry up, or to another person kindness, whose goodwill is even more fickle?

How did I wind up here? In this pit of despair where there is hardly a ray of light?

Even more pressing than where I am, is how can I find my way back.  Is there a way out of this deep quagmire of sorrow? POPPY

I had surgery on my foot recently and  I am in a wheelchair for at least 5 more weeks. Because of the surgery I have been off my regular arthritis medications and lord, can I tell, I just hurt. Getting up an transfering to the wheelchair was so painful this last week, I just wanted to cry. I am back on my meds now and in less pain, so there is light at the end of my tunnel. I just encourage you all to write your feeling down and gain strength through sharing your life. Kimberly