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mybabiesaregone
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- Aug 14, 2022
- 10
Here's why I think life is cruel. I've spent nearly 40 years trying to be a really good person. I help others to the point I have destroyed myself. I have always cared about other people more than I ever cared about myself. I rescue animals, domestic and wild, I take bugs outside rather than squishing them, I feed honey bees when they are tired in rainstorms so they can fly home, I cry for them if they pass away…I became broke because I believed in the good in everyone and would help them for free because I listened to their sob stories instead of running my business, men get in relationships with me until they "get better" and have drained me of all resources, I'm a total doormat and probably way too soft for this world. Not probably. I am. I must be or I wouldn't be here. I always thought love was the most beautiful thing and believed that it would win, that the cream rises to the top, that kind of shit. Now, here I am, praying literally day and night for God to take me away from this pain, as I can't even bear to squish a bug it's pretty safe to say it would be much nicer if it could just end and I was none the wiser. I've had boyfriends nearly kill me and I absolutely fought for my life. Tied to a chair, gun to my head, locked in a garage in the heat, ran off the road, dragged down the stairs, head smashed into concrete, I'm still here!! I wish I wouldn't have fought back now. A car wreck that could have killed me instantly if there was a difference of mere inches. Accidents with my line of work with large animals. Surgeries and being told I almost passed under anesthesia. The cruel irony though…The only reason I want to go…but a huge reason and it is not a fixable reason…Both my babies literally went to sleep and didn't wake up. I pray that could happen to me to, but that would be too kind. I fought for years, finally found my happiness in being a mom. I fought so damn hard to make this life good and I'm here being miserable every second while the people who destroyed me are out living their best lives. Not even giving one single shit. I used to think that living my best life was the perfect "revenge", but without my babies, I don't even have the strength to wash my hair. I have completely failed at life in every way possible. Being in mental health facilities made me worse and there are no programs for people like me. After my first son passed my motivation was to help people like me, and I was. If broken heart syndrome was real, I would be gone, easily, in a second. I know I'm a broken record however I suppose this is the only place I've found that I can talk about my pain and my wish to be with my babies, without being locked up. I hate the mental health system, they drug you up but don't help you, but tell you not to self medicate. Just make you rely on pills. I do not take any meds as I hate big pharm. I lost my home and am homeless from the place I rented for over a decade because of the stupid housing market and greedy landlords putting a single women and a baby out on their asses. I have nothing to live for, and now that I don't, it genuinely seems impossible to die. My fear of not being reunited with my babies is huge too. But I'm stuck. I can't take a step in any direction. I can't die and I can't live. This is my own personal hell. Thanks for listening or reading if you did. I know it's probably not much different from my other posts.