I used to think money would solve my problems. Then I married a man who happens to be wealthy. Didn't know that at first I just keep kind of lucked out if you can call it that. Guess what? I'M STILL ME! I don't have to work, I'm able to take expensive art classs. Can drive whatever car I choose. Deep down, I'm still depressed, have rage issues, low self esteem, don't get along with a lot of people, especially my sisters.

Reaching the point of not caring what another people think of you can be liberating. I reached that point long ago. I spend my time getting to know myself, figuring out what I really need, talking to a therapist, and whatever else I can do to make myself feel better. I don't know if I will ever be "happy" I'll settle for not being in pain most days.