96 Tears

Maybe that is all I can say tonight. Oh no. We live in America, the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. I hear it every week because I live across from the High School and someone talented or not sings it---way too often. It is so sad to me that the body I am in is so strong and fine and beautiful and because of this plant I cant use it. Not only can I not use it I am afraid that if I give my son a hug he might get it. Tonight I called the mental health hot-line and now I am going to call the suicide hot line --wait right there. Busy night for suicides I guess--or maybe she did not believe me. Ah, well I am doing what I can. And I love all of you who are suffering out there. I pray for all of us.