I can feel her spiritual arms try to surround me and I just keep yelling at her “NO”. I don’t want that shit. I want her ass to be here on this dying planet with me. I want to talk more cold, cash shit to her ass because that’s what I do. The medication management chick asked what happened. Cold as polar bear balls, I stated “she is dead. Now, are you going to increase my shit or request a refill?” I mean we already confirmed I lost more weight by accident. Give me the shit so I can try to put together the puzzle pieces of my life that just don’t fit any other piece. None of this makes sense.
Back on my meds. Well, the mood stabilizer. I can absolutely see a difference. Anxiety still on 100. But I’m back at work. Everything was moving smoothly as possible. Then, I get the call my first cousin’s husband was killed. It made the news. The same cousin that held me at the hospital when my sister was in critical care. She was a mess. Now, she has lost her children’s father and her husband. I could never imagine losing a man I chose to marry and spend my life with, especially this young in the game. I kind of wanted to go to her and hold her like she held me, but I’m still wrapping my head around losing my sister. 2020 been a whole cold-blooded bitch. Kobe, my sister, my sister’s best friend, my cousin’s husband. All within the first 60 days.
Just Kaz LLC 