I wonder, if anyone knew how hurt I was 24/7, if they would help?
But I already know the answer. I’ve learned this lesson over and over. Nobody in my life cares. I’m on my own. I can’t keep it up, and I’m not enough, so I’ll go as long I can. Till it destroys me. I’ll give my life to my son but I gotta tell you I’m not able to give much doing everything sad and alone. Same ol story. Come back “home” and fight off depression in the land of death. Be the only one that gives a shit about us and try my hardest not to get ripped off. Do all the work and be constantly exhausted. No laughing, no art, no meditation, just be available all the time to support my son. It makes me a shell of the human I am, but what else can I do? I don’t care anymore. I’m just a mom nobody sees as anything more. Undeserving, unloveable and usable.