I have indeed. been engaged in that never ending battle; to allow my abuse to destroy my soul, or to continue to fight on to save it. When you have lived in the utter blquestion, I did. most deviant acts are being performed, you die inside
My mother still hasn't called for my doctor's appointment. I feel sick. and sad. And bloated. My ribs and stomach hurt like crap and my anxiety is through the roof. I need a diagnoses so I can figure out if I'm bipolar or idek what's going on at this point.
My best friend was simply sad and I suppose she could handle it no more. She was my best friend and like a sister to me. She is missed dearly by me and even though she is no longer here I will always love her as my sister. @Morgan Prentice