Hey, remember me? Yea I figured....we do this often don’t we!? I get in a funk, and you’re on my shoulder, doubting me, putting me down, telling me I’m not good enough, and that I’m a horrible mother. You’re probably right. Considering the situation....I’d say you’re very right. Again, I sit here today, yet again. Another day you’re sitting on my shoulder, yet another day of putting me down. Except this time, this time it’s been a month and you haven’t gone away. This time you’re sticking around, I hate it. But I guess I may deserve it in a way.? I’m trying, pushing through it, not for myself, but for my son. As much as I want to sign over my rights and end it all....I’m pushing through. Slowly, doubting myself every step of the way. Crying for hours in my room where no one can see or hear me. I’ve asked for help, but everyone just thinks I’m faking it, or I’m crazy. So thanks for that little buddy on my shoulder, you’re a real ass and I wish you’d go away.