My Journey To Normality (Part 2)

I don't want to survive anymore. All I have ever do is survive, my entire life has just been me surviving. I'm so sick of it, it's no way to live. Even back when I was fourteen I was surviving, back when: I wasn't a victim of abuse, I saw my Father every other weekend, I had no Step Father and one less Sister, I thought I was straight and female, I didn't have depression, when I lived to serve my Mother and raise my Sister. Even back then I was still just surviving.

Every time I do something to make my life better, one step forward, something else replaces it and another thing pulls me down tighter. This isn't living.

I don't want to constantly worry about money. I don't want to be scared of myself and what I may or may not do. I want Saturdays to just be another day and not a crisis every week.