Regardless of what some might say (not here I mean) it IS a living hell. I can’t believe this started when I was 23 and I’ll be 50 in March. I worked as a journalist and don’t now because of it. I hoped to be a dad – I’m not. My relationships with my mum and siblings are dreadful due to their total disinterest in my issues and accompanying reluctance to support me in any way, shape or form. I’ve had days – lately – where I’ve felt like giving up and I’m sure you can read between the lines what I mean. There’s still a very small part of me which feels/hopes things can get better but it’s tiny. I’m not exactly positive either but like you – honest about how I feel.
