Thursday, June 12, 2014
Today was my great niece funeral. I choose not to go. It is so hard to see a two year old buried. I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to see them close the casket in her face or put her in the ground. I didn’t want to take a chance on my depression going to a place that medication can’t pull me out of. So I didn’t go. Now if I can just not emotionally eat when I do go around the family because it will be food galore.