i believe that lovers should be chained in flowers

I've had a day. Some gloomy health news has left me knocked on my ass.

My poor broken ass. The fifth time really is the charm for the broken tailbone.

I have lived for the past twenty years contemplating suicide on a sometimes daily, weekly or monthly basis. Yet, all of the sudden, when the choice is taken away from me. The "everything should be fine, but the mortality rate is around such and such %" speech. Well, i'm not okay with that.

I have so much to live for. So much living to do. Celebrations to be had.

I am going to be fine. I need to be fine. I have four kids. This year couldn't kick my ass anymore.