I hate stress. It makes me eat.
I hate stress. I know some stress is a good thing. It makes you rise to the occasion and do what needs to be done. However, the amount of stress I'm under makes me want to friggin eat. It also makes me want to cry and even pull out what's left of my hair. I'm watching cartoons at 2 am because I can't shut my brain off. I'm downstairs on the couch because Lizze is in so much pain, she does better with the bed all to herself. Whatever I can do to help make her more comfortable is worth the cost. My brain is racing at a thousand miles an hour because I can't stop worrying about everything and how I'm going to either pull my family through it.…