Reaching the end of my limit
I'm so depressed. Several members of my family were talking tonight, and all joking about how this year I've had so many ridiculous or bad things happen to me. They were running down a list, joking at my odd bad luck streak like it was funny. Nice to know I'm a figure of ridicule to my own family. They all talked to each other casually about how much it must suck to have my life, ignoring the fact that I was standing right there. But they are right about one thing, my life does suck.
My daughter is the only reason why I haven't given up. But I'm in so much pain and it just keeps getting worse. EVERY day more bad things happen. I just can't do this much longer. I'm dying inside slowly. It's been happening for so long now, and I can't even recognize the person I've become from the person I once was.