I'm officially a single parent as of August 30,2012. Been going to college full-time still, and working 20+ hours a week. All that just to barely scrape by on bills which would be impossible if I didn't have some food assistance from the gov't. And no, I don't feel bad about getting help because I'm trying to do the best I can.
I've lived, I've loved, I've gotten my heart ripped from my chest. And then, just when I think I can stand on my own two feet again, the vicious cycle starts over. I had a panic attack this morning that was so bad that I went to the ER. Makes me realize that maybe I need to start seeing a therapist. If only I could afford one.
There's been soo many times I just feel like the world is crushing me; I want to pack a suitcase and just run-away from my life. But then I pull myself back together like always and keep on, keep in' on.
