I really feel like this world is trying to reject me. It never gets better, ever.
I remember years ago after picking myself out of this dark black whole listening to a song 'Ooo ooo child' by the five stair steps. I was sming and hopeful. I told myself THIS is where I'm going. It will get better.
For the 100th time I was wrong. The fake hope, almost making it. It not like that this time.
I have not put myself to sleep yet because I don't have a safe way to leave where I know my eldest and partner will be safe. I cannot leave them alone but everyday I die a little more. I honestly don't see the point.
After leaving my abusive ex and running with my kisd. After starting new: a new job, new schools, new friends, new city. Starting therapy and building new supports/family structures (again!). For the 4th time in my life starting from scratch alone and bruised. I get raped and my ex kidnaps my youngest daughter! In under a year! Just when everything was starting to work out...
Everytime I try to survive on nothing but hope and strength things get worse. The trama is worse and compressed. I would give anything now to just get beat up every night by a cokes out drunk... As long as I could hold my babies and not have the flash backs of a stranger infiltrating my body. I keep leaving one hell for another deeper hell. Dante eat your heart out.
The doctors are useless and due to my past will not give me meds. Probably for the best, I'd use them. I can't get a proper sleep, ever. When I do sleep I dream of my youngest as she disappears from my arms and then I'm alone in the woods and he's there watching me, smiling. Or other dreams where I wake up crying/sweating/fighting. It been that way for years. I call it 'insomnia'. So I just avoid it.
I just want it over but I can't hurt my eldest or my partner. I love them. So for them I will be the walking dead. Hopefully they will get sick of me soon and I can finish this once and for all.
I remember years ago after picking myself out of this dark black whole listening to a song 'Ooo ooo child' by the five stair steps. I was sming and hopeful. I told myself THIS is where I'm going. It will get better.
For the 100th time I was wrong. The fake hope, almost making it. It not like that this time.
I have not put myself to sleep yet because I don't have a safe way to leave where I know my eldest and partner will be safe. I cannot leave them alone but everyday I die a little more. I honestly don't see the point.
After leaving my abusive ex and running with my kisd. After starting new: a new job, new schools, new friends, new city. Starting therapy and building new supports/family structures (again!). For the 4th time in my life starting from scratch alone and bruised. I get raped and my ex kidnaps my youngest daughter! In under a year! Just when everything was starting to work out...
Everytime I try to survive on nothing but hope and strength things get worse. The trama is worse and compressed. I would give anything now to just get beat up every night by a cokes out drunk... As long as I could hold my babies and not have the flash backs of a stranger infiltrating my body. I keep leaving one hell for another deeper hell. Dante eat your heart out.
The doctors are useless and due to my past will not give me meds. Probably for the best, I'd use them. I can't get a proper sleep, ever. When I do sleep I dream of my youngest as she disappears from my arms and then I'm alone in the woods and he's there watching me, smiling. Or other dreams where I wake up crying/sweating/fighting. It been that way for years. I call it 'insomnia'. So I just avoid it.
I just want it over but I can't hurt my eldest or my partner. I love them. So for them I will be the walking dead. Hopefully they will get sick of me soon and I can finish this once and for all.