Bad, Bad Friend!

Some days I am not a good friend. Some days I do not have the emotional reserves to read the blogs about the struggles, to ring my friends in pain or having a hard time, to be the support I really should be. Some days I just cannot listen to another.

Some days it is hard enough remembering to put one foot in front of the other and to just breath. Some days I hit the wall.

I am sorry. I just cannot do it today, but I promise I'll be back soon. I will call her tomorrow, I meant to today but in this haze of pain and medication I just can't.

Some days I am ashamed to be me.