Dear friends,
This is the last one. I was held up until today, getting my will finalised. I do so appreciate it if any of you feel moved to pray for the repose of my soul. This is a great group of people, I wish I could have been more a part of it. Please continue to support and love one another. Be kind to yourselves and others. Keep the faith, in whatever way you see fit. Blessings to you all, Amy
Although I made this request earlier today, I’ll be redundant and post again. I figured the evening shift probably didnt get a chance to see it, as I made it this morning. I am following through with my exit plan of many months. Please don’t try to talk me down… I am going through with the inevitable. I can barely function any more. All I ask is your prayers, over the next few days, for my eternal soul. My first name is Amy. Thank you so much, even just for reading this. you are all such wonderful people.
I feel a bit sheepish, with this. I’m barely known here, I rarely post. But soon I’ll be following thru with my plan of many months’ standing. Please don’t try to talk me down, my mind is made up. I have severe cognitive challenges that have made me incompatible with life. But I do beleive in the eternality of the soul, and would so appreciate it if anyone would pray for me, in a couple days. My name is Amy. Thank you so much, anyone who feels moved to do so.
Hey there. I was just wondering how things went for you last week, with your appointments, getting off meds, and everything else. Sorry if you already shared this and I missed it. How’d it go with the new shrink?
The other day I went for a haircut. I asked for a pixie. I told the stylist I wanted it longer in the back, with lots of layers. She gave me what looks like a boy’s haircut. It’s not feminine at all. I’m so dadgummed miserable with it! I hate it! This is to be my last haircut, as I will soon be making my exit. I had wanted my hair to look nice for that, as weird as it sounds. I was going to color it as well. (It’s mostly grey.) I’ve had many haircuts in my life where the stylist ignored my wishes. […]
It’s weird how at times I get these incredible insights about my life, how it’s OK that I’m in the final days of my nearly 57 years. That this is the natural, organic conclusion of my life. I’ve lived long enough. And although it’s sad in a way, death is also not to be feared, but anticipated. I am witnessing myself in my end days. My decline and degenerative process are so apparent to me. I have no appetite and have lost the ability to digest food, so I am incredibly weak. My bladder and bowels have stopped working, I pee once or twice a […]
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