Tuesday July 19, 2022

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I came across this today and it hit me hard! Self control it becomes more difficult the deeper into depression, anxiety, and ptsd you fall. I find myself crying over something simple, like they are going a stuffed Winnie the Pooh bear that is being retired before I get paid. It reminds me of laying on my grandma’s lap and hearing her read Winnie the Pooh to me. 

As a medic, I had people die in my arms and would go to the next call without shedding a tear. Not to say it didn’t leave scars. But over a stuffed animal I cry. 

So the insurance is helping by calling the same 100 people I did to find me a hospital bed but I may have to come up with $2000-$2500 to buy one. So, if you want to help with my fundraiser I would appreciate it. I want to be able to go outside again. I’m tired of my body and emotions controlling me, I want to have control.