I woke up this morning feeling like my insides have been completely ravaged and wasted of any good feelings and the desire to just give up and never come out of hiding again is strong.
I am not in a good place right now. I am too tired to battle the demons in my head.

I am broken!
Broken!
And broken Nita cannot deal with the constant headaches and nausea.
She cannot handle the chronic pain with no relief.

She’s broken.
Shattered.