My head has gone to a place I don't want it to be.
I feel so alone. And I feel like if my kids were not the lifesaving anchor keeping me from being swept out to sea then I'd have nothing.
Its the worst feeling.
Any one who has known me long enough, knows I hate admitting there is a problem that I can't handle myself. Or a problem in general. I've always been really strong.
But this is kicking my ass, and its stupid but it makes me feel worse SAYING there is a problem, being weak.
I've kept my head above water while treading here endlessly, and I havn't given up. And I don't plan on it.
I guess I'll just keep drifting until I see land.