When I feel that we're losing somebody in the struggle to gain smobriety and nicotine recovery I am brought to tears!
Here I sit on 24/7 oxygen (I should be at work but no dice!) I just finished my nebulizer treatment that takes 10 minutes out of my day every four hours. I took my steroids that are eating up my bones and making me so jittery I need more medicine just to be able to type this. I suffer every day from COPD Stage III knowing what waits for me is COPD Stage IV when III is bad enough!
I have anxiety, depression and lifelong ptsd. I know about mental illness. If you search in the window above you will inevitably find my articles like this one:
I mourn the lost ones and trust in God that seeds are planted along the way!
The water is my tears!