Bad, No, Wait! Horrendous Day!

                        My Poor Counselor:


          Let me start by saying first and foremost saying I have the best counselor. Her name is Rachel.
              Together, Rachel and I have been working on issues I need help with such as low self esteem. Today, we never got that far. My body hurt so much that even her soft leather chairs felt as though I was sitting on a cactus. Rachel's "how are you?" turned the water works on. I started crying and just couldn't help, but talk about the exorbitant amount of pain my body was in thanks to my Fibromyalgia. 
             That lead to how it was affecting my mental state and I told her if it wasn't for my family I would commit suicide. I told her I am a mental case that's riddled with pain every second of the day, seven days a week.

              I just wish I could just have one thing work for me versus against me. If i had a decent mental state I could deal with my physical pain better, and if I had no physical pain I could better deal with my mental pain. the typical catch 22.
                                        

                    I found this little owl on Facebook recently, and he just seemed to be addressing me. I made him my desktop picture, and i am thinking of printing him out and hanging him where I can see him everyday.
              I can not wait for the day when I am so proud of myself. I fear that will not be any time in the near future, but hopefully I will be proven wrong.
              
               Until next time God bless,