Today was such a mixed bag. There were good parts, but overall it’s left me feeling empty, anxious and depressed. Some days just feel like you’re fighting against the world, simply to be genuinely happy.
Im so sick of feeling out of control of my own life, and when I finally do get some freedom I’m knocked down like an old piñata, smashed in by the children who have already stashed away the treats and left the shattered remains.

I can’t deal with the guilt I feel when I do something for myself, but I can’t keep living for anyone else, it’s just too much responsibility.

It’s not a lack of caring. I care far too much. It’s weighing me down. I know how selfish that sounds, but all I want is to be stable enough to be able to carry them when they need it.