I have become unsure of myself…as depression sinks in, I think, “can this really be what my so called life is all about?” My heart hurts each and everyday, unable to see or touch or hug my children…I know what I did to mess it all up. I try to stay strong and “happy”. I don’t know how much longer I think I can hold on. The monster inside me wants to destroy any and everything–pain feels like the only thing to release the big, ball of tension exploding inside my chest.
