Seriously?!

Seriously, I'm starting a blog?  Have I lost my damn mind?  Maybe, and maybe I want it back and the only way to do that is to write all this turmoil down.  Do I care if someone reads it?  Not really, I just need the cathartic release that comes with depositing all of these thoughts that fill my brain every darn second of the day, somewhere, anywhere.

I'm trying to navigate a life that has been dealt a severe blow.  I have Congestive Heart Failure.  How did that even happen?  What does it mean?  What do I do now?  Am I going to die?  How long before I die?

I get up every morning, I put on a happy face, and I head out to tackle one more day.  The outside is coping, but inside the questions are flying, the thoughts never turn off.