I'm struggling. I know part of it is depression but it just doesn't stop. Im at my wits end. I know a lot people say that, but that's where I am. Every day is harder and harder to get through, much less with a smile on my face.
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I love my children. I just don't get life, I guess. I see all these people with happy families, they like their jobs, they have lives. I don't. It's me and my 3 boys. My oldest, while as sweet and kind as he can be, will do anything without thinking. Â Just last week, he got caught selling pot at school. Now, we were lucky in the fact that the school didn't press charges. When I asked him why he was doing it? He wanted money, he didn't want to have to ask me for it because I never have it. What do you say to that when you know how hard it is to come by? I try to install a sense of right and wrong in my kids, and while what he was doing was horrible, how do you condemn the action when it comes from seeing me work 50-60 hours a week and seemingly never having anything?
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My 4 and 3 year olds, a constant struggle with everything, and each other. The simple things, like potty training, meal and bath times, are hard to get through. And I have to share custody of them with their dad, who has a new life, new job, new woman, etc. Â Meanwhile, I'm living with my parents and have nothing.Â
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My health is suffering. I suffer from migraines. I have some weird genetic auto-immune thing where my body doesn't' digest b-12. Took my doctors over 5 years to figure that out, so I have neuropathy that has required meds upon meds. Â I take my Zoloft religiously.
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Everyone says "it'll get better" or "things will work out", but they're not and I just don't know what to do anymore.
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I'm sorry, I just don't have anyone in my life that understands and I just had to get it out. :(










