Tired. Venting. Pray.

7:40pm. At Dietra's. I'm ok but I'm also getting a little scared. A little worried. Concerned. Tired. This where are we going to be thing is hard. Dietra is leaving in a couple of days and we will be here. I will be taking care of her grandmother. We're straight for the next week and I have that time to figure out something for after that. I have been doing the praying I know. The positive self talk I know. Uraeus has interviews tomorrow and that's good. We need more though. I'm thankful for this blog right now because it's my place to vent. I am scared about doing this without the meds. I know I talked shit about the meds but... I have to find some free therapy somewhere. I have to. What the fuck am I going to do? If you are reading this please just let me vent. I don't know how open to suggestions I am right now. Pray. I wasn't feeling like this this morning but I am right now. Even if the feelings go away the reality will be the same unless some miracle happens. Pray for a miracle.