Fortunatly I did not go through any type of physical or sexual abuse. But the emotional abuse has been one thing I can not let go of. My mother drank a lot. My sister with Cerebral Palsy needed me, and my daddy was dieing of a lung disease. Between my moms drunken out bursts and missing out on what most kids my age was doing at the time. And my daddy did pass when I was 17. I too feel like Eeyore. Let my house fall; it is going to anyway. I have been told several times in my life I am impossible to live with. And no one has to tell me I will never be happy. I have moments of happiness, but when will the real happiness begin. I don't really see it in the near future. And it would really be nice if the people in my life would educate them selves about my bipolar disorder. That way they would know to not tip toe around me.