I am angry today. I’m not going to wrap it up any differently than that. I’m angry that someone who claimed to loved me tossed me aside as if I were nothing. I’m angry that I can barely feed myself. I’m angry that I can barely feed my kids. I’m angry that all I do is survive. I’m so damn tired of the struggle and today I’ve had enough of it. I’m angry that there is no respite for mental illness. I’m angry that every time I think I’m getting somewhere it is taken away. I’m angry that I’m not in school right now. I’m angry. Today I don’t know if I really am strong enough.