I am really an unhappy person.
The only thing that gets me through this day to day routine is my son.
I am in more trouble than I know how to handle and there is no one to blame but myself.
I am at my mental breaking point.
I was at one time the happiest person you could meet.
Now there are days I can’t find the energy to make it off the couch.
I want so much to change the direction I am heading, but it is spiraling out of control.
I haven’t spoken to my mother since November, but we were never close.
I haven’t spoken to my father in years.
I have lived in this apartment for a year and only one person has ever visited.
I truly feel like my life is over.