I grew up with not a perfect life.
My Dad and Mom divorced when I was like 1 years old.
My Mom took my twin brother and I to Michigan from Alabama when I was like two years old.
My twin brother had bad things happen to him in this process when we were like two years old, which has effected his mentality in the long run.
I'm trying my best to keep us all together and do things right, it puts a strain on me knowing things I don't want to know.
My Mom was diagnosed with manic depression..and boy does she have her days. I love her though which is all that matters to me.
I think I have formed a depression because of this, which I'm aware of, and try my best to get over.
Sometimes I turn to drinking or smoking weed to get over my messed up life...I try my best to stay away from that stuff though. It blankets my racing thoughts tbh.
Im trying folks. I like to think "God" helps me in the long run.
