I seriously feel like I’m losing my mind.
I never thought that something as simple as a place to live could affect someone’s happiness so much but after jumping from place to place for the last three years, I’m finally realizing the toll it’s taken on me. I just want somewhere comfortable. Somewhere that I can be myself no matter what. Somewhere that I can raise my kids the way I want to without someone being there to tell me exactly what I’m doing wrong. I want somewhere comfortable where I can be a fucking grown up for once. Where I can wake up and not spend my morning waiting for someone to leave and dreading when they come back. Where I don’t have to hide in my bedroom just to get some privacy or some time alone with my daughter or honestly just because I hate being here THAT much.
I just want to live and be happy and I have no idea how to get there or where it’s even at.
