Well, I guess this is growing up.
Two kids, both in custody, living with other family members. A sever mental disorder. No hydro (electricity) at home No food. No job, only welfare. That should just about sum up my life right now. I have not even bothered making contact with my family to see either of my children, because right now I am a bundle of stress, I am a ticking time bomb. I could cry at the drop of a pin right now, that's how stressed out I am. My anxiety has spiked so high that I have resorted to pulling at my own hair. My depression has kicked in, and I want nothing more than to sleep the day away. Sobbing. My loneliness and desperation are disgusting me, I loath myself for not wanting to be alone. I have become every thing that I hate. That mother who gave up her kids for adoption without really trying to sort her life out. That welfare bum who goes around asking for handouts, asking for smokes and coffee. The depressed and moody woman who sits in the corner sulking. The drama-fueled parasite that moo...