Thank you
Thank you SR friends! I made it through the toughest hours when my AV is mocking me in my face with a glass of poison telling me to drink! I was in bed from 5-9:30 crying and with no energy, holding a blanket like a baby. It was not hunger because I had just eaten: is it a coincidence that it’s during the hours when I drank that I’m bawling like a baby, my thoughts are spinning (it’s not easy times too), and I’m filled with regret/remorse.