Natalya, It doesn't hurt. I know I should be happy right. Just kids they can't relate. I keep my problems from them they have enough on their plate. They are in a different world.

I'm sitting here thinking of all the ways I could sh and what would feel best. I cannot handle all the pain when it hits me all at once. My soul hurts so much. No matter how much therapy I have done. All the abuse always comes back like it is attached to my soul on a silver string. I'm a faker, a faker at being well, being important, being loved, being of value.