May 19th, 2018

Sadness.

It’s coming around more often and that tells me I need to be back on an anti-depressant. The pills don’t escape me from the reality I have a lot to be sad about, though.

I couldn’t afford to go to my son’s high school graduation today.  

I’m such a failure. He’ll do so much better than me. Maybe even without me.

I want to reason “this is why I’m going back for my bachelors”, but he’s only getting one high school graduation.