I keep saying things are turning around but my kid is getting worse and so am I.
I just want it all to stop
I’m drinking more often to cope. I wish I knew why my child is so violent and scary. I can’t handle this.
I wish I could give the toddler up for adoption and erase my memories. Oh well. Life doesn’t work out sometimes. I was so stupid to think I’d be one of those rare people whose lives get easier. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. Life happens. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’ll justify it enough and maybe I’ll be okay. It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s okay.
It’s ok
It’s okay. All fine. Everyone gets twists in their lives. Everybody has to accept the way the world works at some point
