3 months?

thats what I’m giving this body.

Last night the cramps came again. I didn’t realize what it was, hoping for the best. I woke up to my mother on the phone in a cab coming over an hour early. I stood and a rush of blood came out. 

The doctor says three months to see if it worked. If not… Say bye bye uterus.

I have to say, I’m loosing faith, I don’t know how I’m going to manage if I have to be out of work for 2 months.

Money is one concern, but more than that is I live alone, all alone. Trapped in the house I will starve myself, my ocd will go off the charts. I’ve had surgery with a two week revovery and day 5, I was taken from my house physically after my mother found I had thrown out every ounce of food and was using bleach to scrub the bathroom grout lines with a tooth brush. My hands were bleeding. 

I don’t want to go back there.