Zee Cornelius

I was looking forward to Monday for all the right reasons. But boy was I in for all the wrong answers.

My client’s site was launched with minor errors and worse of all, the one phone call I needed to make was not at all good.

I’m on this course of meds which needs me to take a blood test at the end of the course & then call the hotline to get the result.

“You are not ovulating yet,” the lady on the other line said matter of factly. I supposed she’d lost her empathy having to say the same line to every other call she answered. She’s in the infertility clinic after all.

It wasn’t her who shot me. I shot my own heart & it broke into a million pieces.

I really have failed myself badly this time. I had been so strong & hopeful that I forgot about the cushion I need to break my fall.

I frustrate myself when my weight won’t budge further down even after my weeks of LoseToWin and the past two weeks of intensive badminton sessions. I keep forgetting that I have a condition and am on medication which deter easy weight-loss.

Twice in three days I bawled my eyes out. I had been stronger. But I don’t know why I just crumbled & fall this time. Where has my strength gone to?

After almost 4 years of being married, I thought I’d found my weapon and shield to fight & fend off insensitive remarks of nosey irritating people. I guess the shield wore off and my weapon has gone blunt.

I am completely defeated this time.

Can I please use a life line?