I suck at being me
I'm smart, pretty, have a great figure if i could only lose the 30 pounds I gained having my children. My kids live with their dad and I see them on weekends and whenever their dad can drop them off. I have a mental illness. The kids were never harmed in any way, thank god. Even if I did think they were demons for a short postpartum episode. My son adores me, my girl is rebelling which is no picnic. The mental illness has been almost nonexistent for a few years now, my meds do the job. I'm not depressed but I just stay in the house most of the time. I have no desire to go out because I plain and simple don't like very many people. I have a few friends that I adore but life has spread us out geographically. Please don't judge the order I put my experiences in. They say people are what make life great. I'd love to like people but just have no use for most. Am I too critical? Definitely. I'm no longer sick but came out of the illness with a clearer picture of who I am. I was never the girl who wanted to fit in. I was the one who'd be disgusted if I did. The strange pretty girl. Not much hope for me I guess. Too bad so sad.