Crashing

Just over a week after my surgery and I'm sitting in Dr. Blanke's office waiting for him to see me. I have a feeling he is not even here. I love how doctor's control our lives. The pain from the surgery is still there reminding me to slow down. I'm not super woman. I have been pushing and pushing all week and finally cracked last week. The stress, the pain, and my dysfunctional relationships are all distracting me and building up. I'm at the point I just need to rest. I am tired and depressed. I hurt. I don't want to deal with relationships. I just need someone in my life, anyone, to give me a hug and hold me and just let me be for awhile. No questions. No talking. I just need to be in safe arms being held.