Hi to whoever is reading this, maybe another tortured soul stuck in bed? Maybe we can be friends. Spent all day yesterday typing a solid goodbye letter. But I just don’t have the guts. I really want them though, those courageous, wonderful guts. 6 years of nonstop pain, dealing with a crazy, probably narcissistic mother who throws fits like a toddler, zero support, PTSD from being sexually assaulted, 27th birthday coming up, poor, blah blah blah. If anyone thinks they have the answer to this Q feel free to share: why/how do you keep living when you have nothing to live for? If I had […]