Five Eighteen

Some days, it's all just too much to deal with. I don't want to hear anyone's uplifting or positive thoughts either. That just makes me more angry/devastated. Especially if all your hopes and dreams have come true. I am unable to have children due to a hateful person. 5 of my friends are pregnant. My grandfather is dying from cancer. I am terrified when I talk to him it will be the last time. I put all my eggs in one basket so to speak. I feel like the basket is slipping from my fingers. I am a stress/emotional eater. I am on a diet. Nobody around me seems to understand. They all think I'm overreacting. I'm crumbling.