nothing I can really put a finger on, I'm just in a funk.
sometimes I think my ship is just sunk.

Don't think its home sickness, but I could be sick of home.
I need to get out so badly, I just need to roam.

The hubby is not happy, his math class is hard.
He has been doing the lions share of the work and perhaps just plain 'tard.

I feel guilty for not being able to do it all, perhaps I should take the med's and not worry if I may fall.

The house is a wreck that won't stop growing,
and of course our laundry is over flowing.

Three of the four kids understand my disease,
but doesn't seem to help when I say no more begging please.

So many emotions race through me.
Is it stages of acceptance or just the way its gonna be?

Am I depressed or just plain regressed?
Not really wanting any more pills, but maybe the sadness will be repressed.

So really, I just don't know and maybe that is what is starting to blow.

I hate the thought of conflict, but I think today I am in for it.

Well, I say lets get it over with, when we wait
the more tears it creates.

Hope is low and anxieties are high, If I had a special gift, I think I would just fly.

Soaring away and above, but unfortunately the occasional conflict comes with love.

So sad I am can't seem to make it go away, but I will try to if I may.

If the whole world was kind perhaps, I wouldn't feel so crappy spending too much time on my behind.

Moods are fleeting and soon go away, but my issues with my disease must be dealt with before things go awray.

Thanks to those who listen and empathize, I wish there was a way to give you a prize.

So thanks all, I consider you friends and I hope that is something that will not end.