I’m not ok. Everyone keeps telling me I’m strong but I’m not. They don’t know I wish I was dead every day. Especially today. I wish I’d never met my soon to be ex husband. I wish I’d never left my friends and family to go out of state. I wish I’d never let myself become financially dependent on him. Now it’s too late. And this is what he wanted. This moment of despair, of being the worst mother imaginable, and losing hope completely