Disappointed in:
Myself
My choices
My values
My lack of wisdom

The only thing in my life I get any joy from now is my daughter. I lover her SO much I hurt when I am not around her for a day or two. I know she loves me to pieces and I know she is hurt because I moved out after all the mess I made of my marriage. So I love her and I show her by moving out...no wonder I hurt, right?

I have come to that place in my life where I know I must find someone to confess my lifes atrocities to...gotta get it all and I mean ALL out. I am tired of lies piled on top of previous lies and deviations. My soul is dead and this is the only way I can see to bring it back to life. I am dead inside and out...I am tored of medicating my depression and muddling thru my bpd2. Confession is only a place to start...and it is where I must go to next if I am to heal any more.

I do hope that makes any sense at all. I am just so done with being down..if the truth can't heal that then and only then will I just give in to this mundane existance called life.