shattered sanity, I hear you.

My mother's side of the family disowned us when she died. I was six years old. The rest of my family is dead, except for my brother who lives in another country. We barely communicate. Finally decided I was tired of reaching out and getting hurt.

So that leaves friends. I have learned when things get tough the only person I can count on is me.

I think what keeps me going is my animals. They are always there for me.

It makes me feel pathetic to read what I just wrote.