I’m so sick of crying. Trying to keep a brave face on. Selling naked pics of myself just to get money for my kids. Being the doormat. Never being good enough. Everyone thinking I’m strong when I’m the weakest around. Having an anonymous blog as I would be shut out if people knew how I feel. Struggling everyday with life, love, work and being a mum.
My mental health is bad. Not sleeping much. Nightmares are back, waking in the middle of the night. This injection no one gives a fuck about is making me ill (but fuck it people can’t see the illness’s I have so can’t be real).
Just sick of the struggle. My heart doesn’t work properly as it is. Why can’t it just give up. Maybe not wake in the morning.
Sometimes u gotta be cruel to be kind. And me not being here may seem selfish and cruel now but in the long run it would be for the best.
Who cares anyway.
Live, Love and Laughter 