My Own Personal Prison

I think over the last month or so I've been kinda depressed. I cry a lot. I worry about stuff... like how I can raise Jodi with this stupid EM. What school to put her in, how to manage a house hold .&. keep in in good condition while I'm sick, if there is anything to worry about, I worry. My social life is horrible.. I can't go anywhere.. I feel like I'm in my own personal prison trapped within these walls. There is no cure for EM. I have to live with this the rest of my life.. .&. that scares me. It's hard enough to stay sane.

I have a doctors appointment with my family doc on tuesday.. I'm hoping he can prescribe me this tropical cream, I need to find something other then weed that works for the pain. Cause living with EM is awful..