It Wasn't Supposed To Go LIke This

I went to the doctor to find out that I was fine and had nothing to worry about. I went so she would tell me that my problem is stress and I need to reduce it. I agreed to the tests because I thought they would further the cause that, even though occasionally sluggish, I am healthy as a horse. 

I didn't go so she could tell me that I will have trouble getting pregnant. 

I didn't go to have the news broken to me over the phone on Valentine's Day without any indication of how long this next part takes. 

I am at sea. 

I am exhausted. 

I am without hope. 

I am no longer optimistic. 

I am barely getting out of bed. 

I will get passed this eventually-- probably even sooner than I think. 

In the meantime, here we are.

I'm sorry for the tone of this writing space in the coming months. I just don't have the funny in me right now. 

Talk soon.