I have so much I want to say. So much that is on my mind right now, and I have no energy left in me to say it. I am exhausted mentally and emotionally. I want to just close my eyes and write but if I keep them closed too long, I start to cry–again. I’m so sad. And angry. I thought I was doing better. Moving forward. Just to be set back again. Haven’t I taken enough bullets? And isn’t it supposed to be a nicer time of year.