In all true honesty, I know I am done.
If it weren’t for being a mother, I think I would have given up on life.
I’ve lived many lifetimes of hurt and pain in one lifetime. I’m done with hurt.
I may only be 42, but I feel like I’m 92, and ready to just hopefully peacefully die in my sleep.
I feel like an old woman.
And if I could, I would be wishing for a peaceful ending to a hard life.