I’m drowning in disappointment within myself. I’m failing as a mother, like the many mothers I’ve had, have failed me. After covid, I can barely care for my kids. And it kills me daily. I cry a little because I can’t let my kids see me, then they’ll know. When I can cry, it’s silently, so it can’t be heard. I lost my 2nd job and this tiny room is unaffordable on a part time. I hate admitting I don’t know what to do. I don’t know. Not this time. I feel like this is what everyone wanted who abandoned me. I can’t be better. I have to fail. I’m tired. I just want to correct my choices and do things right.
