My life is a series of unfortunate events. Of course, it started being born to a disastrous family that has been stealing my sanity away for the past 22 years.
Due to the madness I endure every day, I succumb to almost daily emotional breakdowns I can't control. Some days are better than others, but today isn't one of those.
Today I'm not the one who's emotionally defeated; it's my mom.
Today, I have to be the strong and tell her "Everything is going to be all right." Even if I don't believe it. But it's hard holding your mother in your arms as she shakes and whimpers. It's like the world has collapsed on top of us and when can't make our way out of the debris.
Nothing seems to work out. It's like I'm never happy anymore, I only have moments or glimpses of happiness.
All I want is to be normal.
Instead, I get to live in my own personal Hell.
