... when did I lose complete control of my life? No little girl dreams, "when I grow up I want to be a divorced single mom who suffers a heart attack at 34 and then has to go anxiety medication to cope with her bat shit crazy family."
Because if that were the case then I would be living the dream, baby!
I think I hit a new low today when my doctor said I needed medication to treat my anxiety... as if being physical frail wasn't depressing enough, now I am emotionally frail. Well, it's been medically confirmed now; I am officially bat shit crazy. sigh.