I have been on anti depressant meds off and on for 20 years.... I am still in the process of dealing with myself and who I am... I am thinking this is a lifelong process, I am trying my best to like the person inside of me...
Too many times, I have thought about someone and just didnt call them....
Too many times, I have wondered how someone who was sick is now feeling....
Too many times, I have just not wanted to bother someone...
Too many times, I have forgotten to check on a special person.....
But then I realize that too many times that is what others are thinking.
Too many times I expect people to do things that I never got around to doing...
Too many times I expect people to care...
Too many times I expect people to read what I write....
Too many times I expect people to care.....
But then I expect that too many times others are expecting that of me.
Too many times I have felt rejected when someone hasnt checked...
Too many times I have felt inferior...
Too many times I have felt totally alone.....
But there are too many times that others have these feelings.
Too many times people expect me to be strong...
Too many times people expect me to keep them informed....
Too many times people expect me to be more than I am....
Too many times I have tried to be everything for everyone.
Too many times, not many times because I needed it for me.
But then I met Larry, and too many times, I have been blessed with his love.....
