Day 21: The hardest day of my life.
I type this as I'm listening to my partner mumble under his breath. I know he hates how I've been acting lately, but I've given up. The simple fact is I'm sick of living. My kids are the only reason I still exist, and I feel I've failed them more than I've failed myself. I tried to make Thanksgiving nice, and my depression just ruined it, and I feel guilty for it. Christmas is around the corner, and I just don't think I can do it. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk. Sorry if I ruined anyone else's day.






























































































Living life is the everyday struggle