When is our break? It's becoming so soul crushing to know that it's not getting better, it's in fact getting worse. Having any hope anymore just doesn't exist. I'm beyond stressed, we are trying to figure everything out to survive and yet we're falling short. I feel like we're failing. We could sit here and do nothing, but we're trying.
I have become very thankful for certain people in my life. They have been there to listen to me at my worst, support me no matter what and just be a wonderful shoulder to lean on. Our families have been wonderful, so supportive in trying to help us the best that they can but they also have things going on with them.
I just feel like a burden when talking about my life. Why would anyone honestly want to listen to it? We are doing our best, we are exhausting all we can to figure out what to do on our next try. I just don't know anymore. How many times can someone be picked up then knocked right back down again?
Please don't tell me life will get better. It honestly does not help. It may get better but unless that happens in the next 15 minutes, it means diddly squat to me. I can't take it anymore.
Faith, that word means joke to me now.