After I had Henry, my body was sick. Nobody believed me. Everyone hinted around the fact that perhaps I had PP depression, and after awhile I began to believe them. Having a poisoned mind can make you physically ill, I know this to be true. So, the infection in and around my uterus continued to grow as I tried hard to fight my 'depression'. Needless to say, I felt as though I was losing......
Then the night sweats began. This is what I dreamed about while I slept last night. Waking up, again and again, covered with this putrid, sour smelling, filthy sweat. Throwing blankets off my burning skin and then cluthing them desperately around my body as my temperature rose so high I began to feel convulsive. I must have dreamed this dream seven times and I think it's safe to say that it bordered on nightmare, although I've never really had one before and so I can't be certain. But there was a certain peace that followed each time I would flail awake, after I would realize that it was just a dream, after I could wrap my mind around the fact that this wasn't what was happening to me at present, that this was something I had already lived through, that I wasn't sick anymore, that I was okay....
"I like waking up after a bad dream, makes me feel like life ain't bad" -the eels
Hey, poopshootdestroyer, I think the ants are gone..the war is over
July 14 2005, 18:42:57 UTC 6 years ago
July 14 2005, 23:48:27 UTC 6 years ago
July 16 2005, 21:44:12 UTC 6 years ago
thats quite strange.
hi,
July 17 2005, 15:20:34 UTC 6 years ago
July 20 2005, 00:40:36 UTC 6 years ago
July 20 2005, 12:31:20 UTC 6 years ago
August 1 2005, 13:15:07 UTC 6 years ago
Nobody?
Am I this nobody that believed that your body was sick, or am i the one who didnt believe you, so thats why nobody believed you?