An experiment
I know I am probably the only one walking the earth with neuroses and can't afford throwing $20/\hr down on a shrink. Add a husband who busts his ass all day and night, and surround yourself with people who speak another language ( I live in Colombia) and you're left with me; a real woman, with an anonymous name, actual selfie, and an entire social network to vent to. Lets see if social media therapy will work. Its free and that makes me fee better already. Well, that and the codeine #3 I can get here without a prescription. I love making up new words that simplify meanings, so I am labeling my condition misfit mom/maiditute syndrome. Feel free to make up your own, and share with whoever-it makes no difference if anyone reads it or not, but it has kept me from sealing the deal on my thin-skinned wrists. Hope everyone has an unbad day!