Doing my best.

Buried my mother by my second semester of college. I’ve worked overnights for the last seven years to support myself. Estranged myself from my remaining family for my own well being. I got bullied all the way through public school. I have six suicide attempts under my belt and a bipolar 1 diagnosis. Dealt with addiction and was an alcoholic for ten years, Everclear/OJ every morning after work sort of thing. Liver started shutting down at 26. Now going on my fourth year of sobriety, still picking up the pieces. Lining up my ducks to get back to school in the fall.

My classmates pop up on Facebook a lot, and I know it’s all curated to show the best of their lives, but seeing them with houses and kids and families with money and annual vacations just… ugh. I’m glad that you’re happy, because I’m still working on it. Still feel a bit like a nobody, but I can’t help it.

Tl;dr: Been through the ringer and I’m very tired.