At times it feels like I am being punished by the big man in the sky.
Not content with sending epilepsy and ddh into my family it seems I have a new ailment to contend with. One that again doesn’t seem to have any cure.
I woke up with a roar this morning; my mood filthier than a sailors language. Every bite the kids took of their toast followed by every excruciatingly loud wet smacking …
At times it feels like I am being punished by the big man in the sky.
Not content with sending epilepsy and ddh into my family it seems I have a new ailment to contend with. One that again doesn’t seem to have any cure.
My smallest child has the ability to emotionally destroy me, she can break my heart with a simple action.
I am a survivor, I bear the wounds of battle but I am still here.
I have a secret loathing.
In fact if I am true to myself it is verging on pure hatred, an emotion that I don’t often feel.