I know I don’t write journals here too often and dealing with an addiction that held at bay by a thread right now. Grief and sorrow is a rollercoaster of hell and life can really drain a person. I know I deal with a chronic illness and trying hard to piece puzzle pieces back but they are still scattered all around me. I want to smoke but my lungs can’t handle and I get too weak. My husband smoked and they are still here not ready to destroy. Oh just one taste for old time sake is not worth o2 stats dropping. Family, friends and neighbors reaching out to my daughter and I. House has his presence and I can feel him inside. I am only writing here and one other support site. I’m not writing openly on Facebook or twitter. I just needed to write and cry but know we will get through this. Some may know the other site. Last night was the first night I got some sleep.
