Venting, please don’t give me advice, it’s over 🖤
I don’t think I need to live a lot longer. I will make it the best I can for my son and I, like I always have, it’ll be an adventure. But once my son is on his own and doesn’t need his Mama, I think that will be my time to go gracefully. I can give him the house and go live off the grid in the van. I’ll finally get to live how I want, then I can die. I can go back into the earth and my spirit will be free. Peace, finally. I think it would be wise to stop troubling myself about having no family and not fitting in with anyone as soon as possible. To give up on that dream life, where someone would love and cherish me. I’ve done so much work on myself. So much healing and giving and love and courage, but I can’t make someone love me. You could say I’m giving up, but I just feel like I lived life so full, the fun couldn’t last. I was unrealistic and had hope where hope meant nothing. There is nothing or no one to rely on accept myself. So I’ll hang tough as long as I can. I’ll do it for my boy. But I can’t live every day with this pain and emptiness. It’s a relief to finally admit I’ve done all I can do and there is an end to the hurt 🖤