I was supposed to be someone, and do something with my life. I slaved to make the best grades I could and earned a Master’s degree in Education working on my PhD. I taught for 4 years. I established a life for myself (albeit a little late)… I’m supposed to have it together. I gave my town and everyone around me a chance to see a spectacle of a breakdown.
I’m not stable enough to hold my job – I am more unstable emotionally sometimes than the kids I teach I feel.
I had to drop out of my PhD program because of the stress
I totaled my car in a moment off my meds.
I got suspended from work for a month
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There is so much more. My therapist keeps telling me how much I can handle, and this is something I can get through. I don’t want to get through it. I just want to accept that I wasn’t meant to be someone in life. I want to go live back in the hole I grew up in, the pain and agony and all … but where the stresses are at least less than they are now, and I’m not responsible for anyone else.

Go ahead – call me selfish and stupid. You’re only contributing to how I see myself. I don’t mind. I just wanted to let out my rant. I am Brent, 26 years old and so far broken beyond repair.