The last two years have been so hard on me. I’ve felt like giving up on everything. I’ve faced health issues and questioned my faith. You never know what it means to fear the end until you’ve faced it. And I thought I was there. I want to thank God for sparing me and getting me through. I have a better understanding of how to care for myself now and how to manage my diagnosis. I’m better and I’m not going anywhere.
The day my brother says he’s done being nice is the day I laugh at the mfs that caused the change in him. Y’all mfs gone learn to stop blaming yo problems on a good person. Man will give his last to anybody but y’all make it seem like he a shitty person every time. Only so much a man gone take before he snap and cut ya ass off.
I've honestly had the roughest month or so lately. Not being able to just get up and do for myself like I need to. I'm glad to be out the hospital and to have a better plan to move forward with my health so.