No Answer, Just no answer

Will writing help? Maybe. I woke up a little shaky this morning. Usually it gets better. Today it hasn't. I feel awful right now. Anxious, depressed, all that stuff. I need to be an adult and cope with this. I feel like a hurt child. My oh my. It's a combination of physical and mental. I can feel it. I try to just breathe. Just breathe. Worst feelings I've had in years. Every day is different. Just hold on. Keep that sense of humor. Look for the good. Was it something I ate? Was it everything I ate?? Like the title, just no answer. I cry as I write this. For some reason I need to cry. Is there never ending hurt? I guess. Crying is good. Not too great in public, but ok now. Keep that burning desire to feel good. I know I have that. It's not obvious, but it's there, or I wouldn't be here. Writing does
help. I can feel it. Thanks blog. Thank-you fingers, mind, and heart. Thanks to whoever reads this, just for taking the time.