My lips are swollen and my nose is raw – both evidence of my crying jag yesterday.

My brain is mellow. If I don’t think about IT then it isn’t real to me. Maybe it will all go away?

I’m sad. My eyes fill with tears. We may be over. This is sad. And complicated. And something that I do not want to deal with. Its sad to think that my marriage may be over. Probably is over.

These are the facts:
I’m 20-something.
I’m immensely afraid of dying.
I have no real friends.

Woe is me.
Is wallowing the first stage of grief?
And lying in bed with a container of comfort food?

Where do I go from here?