Disillusioned

Today I feel disillusioned with my current situation. Everyone in my life wants support from me yet it remains one-sided. Also anyone who wants to include me in their lives must be severely disabled either physically or mentally. I thought I was making some headway when I came across one impasse after another. I feel guilty for my simple existence.

It's a gray and rainy day in October but remarkably warm, actually the warmest last two months on record. I have decided to write in hopes of sharing insights into the world of mental illness, and not global warming.

Each individual has their own unique story to tell, as unique as an individual's DNA. My own struggle started at a very young age. I was severely abused by my mother to the point where I would regain consciousness, not knowing really whether I was dead or alive.