I am truly overwhelmed with a court case deadline looming, PTSD, a new job, debt and recovering from abuse…
How do we manage when we feel like the lowest of the low?
Where everything turns rotten in our hands?
And there’s no one there to pick up the pieces? It’s all on me to get me and my kids outta this mess.
I know many are suffering and lonely across our massive, sprawling metropolis.
Just hearing some recognition from my friend this morning meant the world to me. To know that he sees that my life is absolutely horrific and its not my fault-I am a victim…gave me a little bit of strength to carry on.
So many social workers, solicitors, doctors are so busy being ‘professional’, it really feels like they don’t care.
After 6 breakdowns due to abuse which only therapy helped me to accept instead of blaming me, there’s one thing I need and that’s care…
Ask yourself – who cares about you… I mean truly? Hold on tight to them.!!!!!
As they say in Zimbabwe CHEKUBATA 💙🧡💜🖤
me at 5 am prepping for court
Lovely mental notes that keep me going