What my husband, “friends”, and family fail to realize is I’m trying, I’m trying to get a job at 19, married, and 36 hours away from home, it’s super hard. I’m trying to be the happy person that everyone grew to know and love. I’m trying to get my goofy personality back. I’m trying to stop crying everyday because I feel like my world is tumbling in a billion pieces in the matter of seconds. I’m trying to not be scared of talking to anyone that I don’t know because my social anxiety has grew over my out going personality. I’m trying to bring my body back to health and get on a eating and sleeping schedule. I’m trying to keep my anger at a minimum with the ones I love so I don’t push anyone else away. I’m trying to be happy with my friends pregnancies because I had two in one year, and they had no sympathy to rub it in my face. I’m trying not to break into tears as soon as someone shows the slightest bit of anger or sadness near me. I’m trying to please everyone’s needs before my own because I don’t want anyone to feel left out. I’m trying to be a good friend and babysit even when I didn’t sleep the night before.

I promise I’m trying 😔