And I shouldn’t. I have wonderful children, a wonderful man who loves me and my children. A family that’s not awful. However I just can’t seem to figure out why I just absolutely hate life. I don’t want to wake up in the morning. I don’t want to get up and do things. I feel like I’m drowning every single day. I want to not feel like this. I want to be like everyone else when I wake up every morning. I wanna be excited for life. For possibilities. I’m just not. I’m either defective or broken.