But on a day to day, I do not live pulmonary hypertension. it may seem that way because of all my posts and images that splatter the netosphere. (The atmosphere the surrounds the internet allowing it to breath and survive. lol i just coined that word. not even on urban dictionary. lol)
Helplessness is not a good or happy feeling. it is very ugly. restraining you, keeping you from doing things, from living a happy and fulfilling life. Besides depression and fibromyalgia, I think I am happy in my life. I love where I am, I love where I live, I love my roommate and friend. I love my grandbaby and daughter and sister. I miss like crazy my two daughters living in a different state. But all in all, I am happy.
---- For those that do not live with depression or anxiety or any other chronic illness, for me at least, it never goes away. it may subside a bit, but it is always there in the back of my head, wanting to creep out, taunting me almost. Even in the most happiest days of my life, it is always there.----
not again, not anymore.