So, this is a work in progress for me. It has been since I left my incarceration at the PsychoBitches in 2003. I deleted 90% of what I had written because it housed nothing but pain. I don't really want to go there so much any more.
I'm alone with my kids a lot in the middle of a field. Therefore I have a lot of time to look back and reflect. It's healthy to do that from time to time but when I start to backslide into what I was before, it's time to put it down.
I've struggled with depression, poverty, being controlled by another, being the child of a bi-polar parent, losing myself, social anxiety and just being a parent. I'm trying to figure it out or at least find the good.
I'm just trying to survive.
