I think about ending my life often. But my son is keeping me here. I can’t think of anything else in my life to live for.

My mum has Alzheimer’s and is deteriorating. Going to see her takes a part of my soul every time.
My dad is an estranged drunk who lives far away and I only see him very rarely, and when I do it’s brief.
My brother and I aren’t close. There’s no beef there, but we just don’t click.
I am adopted so I’m not bound by blood to these people.
I have friends. But they could move on with out me.
My marriage is hard. I will always have love for my husband. But we are so different.
My child is my love and light.
I truly believe that if he wasn’t here, I’d end my life.

That’s all.