10/20/10

It's actually 10/21/10, but I need to write about what happened later on yesterday after the procedure. Depression! It hit me so hard. I was so depressed that I sat there for hours telling myself I can't live anymore like this. I would never hurt myself, but I pretty much felt like death inside. I didn't get the answer I was looking for. The same diagnosis everyone else has with these symptoms... I DIDN't get. I spent countless hours with my face in the computer, ignoring my family researching for what??? To start back over.

After spending most of the day feeling that way, I decided I needed to pick up my son from day care. Once I seen his smiling face I knew what I needed to do. I have to keep going and have hope that the Dr's are going to figure this out. I have a precious son who needs me as a mommy for him, and I need him.