My life could have come straight out of one of those sad novels.
I had a dreadful childhood, spent some of it in family kinship. Both my parents beat me up. They never celebrated my birthday but celebrated that of my sibling. I’m ugly.
I did OK at school but maybe with the right support I could have done better. I dropped out of my first career choice. I tried again.
I married. I’m now with a man who abuses me emotionally and financially. He has his own MH issues.
I had 2 kids, and I cannot offer them anything in life. I have nothing that I can give.
It’s hard looking at people who try less hard and who get more. Things may have been different if I was born in another family, if I had been pretty or smart.
My life is a total waste.
How are people like meant to carry on? I’ve had hope after hope squashed in life.