I regret the things I have done. I've done some bad things that have hurt people I care about. I cannot get past the regrets as hard as I try to. They do not understand my illness that I suffer through. Everybody should have control over their actions, right? They don't know how wrong they are. So they shun me. They judge me, forget I exist. They don't know the pain I feel, everyday how I fight these demons with all my will. I get so tired sometimes I cannot function. I have to hide in my own world I have created in my mind. It is where I feel safe. I do not feel judgement. But it isn't a real place. I cannot live there. I have my kids that keep me here, in this world. I have to fight this disease. It's only for them I can pull it off most days