This pain in my chest!!!!!
In the midst of this selfish thought, I see the face of my Mom. The face of the woman who's given every ounce of love that any person in this world could ask for. I hear the prayers of my Mom asking God to help me with this illness. I see the smile on my Mom's face and feel the warmth of her touch as she hugs me and tells me that she knows that I'm going through a lot with this pain, but to not give up. I start to think of my nieces who I love so much. The lil' girls that make me light up when I hear them holler out "Hey Uncle Greg". I think of my brother and sister who look up to me and who view me as a rock of support, never truly knowing that I feel like crumbling each moment that the intense pain strikes my body. I think of my Dad, who truly is supportive of me but not been around enough to really see the pain that I feel, but only hears me talk about it via long distance during our weekly conversations. I'm far from suicidal, but this pain makes me contemplate my existence. It makes me really ask God why I was kept alive after that accident. I dunno why, but I struggle daily with thoughts of frustration and anger. I really do try to think positive and I suppose if thinking about the people in my life that I love will help me make it through the day, then well... that's what I gotta do.
*wipes tears from eyes and tries to go back to sleep*




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