July 8th Continued.

2020 my dad died aged 55, from cancer
2021 I had cervical cancer 
2022 I went sober
2023 I had a breakdown 
2024 my son died aged 21, from suicide

I feel like my whole life is testing me to see how much I can handle.
As much as I want to die everyday, I still get up and live for my other 3 children.
Everyday is a fight for survival. 
Everyday is a fucking battle to stay alive.
I am sick and tired of feeling sad, surely I've got to be due some happiness?
I'm not a bad person, I don't see what I did that was so wrong to be punished this much..

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