It's like my life goes to help and they think I'm going to be fine. I'm not fine, I'm miserable. I'm anxiety-wracked and my depression levels are very high. I know the colostomy is temporary but it's too real and raw right now to process. I honestly feel like if I lost an arm publicly that people would still ask me to help move things. Thing is, these people know I had colon resection. They know a foot of my colon was removed, after they literally dumped my intestines into a tub to clean and rinse them. They saw the pictures my friend posted on Facebook. They know I'm still having pain and trouble functioning. A lot of people don't know that your intestines are where most of your serotonin is produced and when they aren't right, neither are you. Life feels so pointless right now. I feel so pointless and useless, but they ask anyway. I'm going to see if I can get a therapist appointment tomorrow. He sometimes keeps Saturday hours