Things go wrong and instantly wishing I was dead... Yep! What is that crap?!
I hate the mornings, and how it affects my parenting style. Nothing feels worse to me when this illness interferes with how I am as a mother.
Think I'm crazy, I don't care. Judge me, I don't care. Lable me, I don't care. Get between my kids and I? I'm ready to die in failure.
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