I swear to God…
I don’t know what to do anymore!!!!
I give my best all day… Specially those last few days where Vic has been unable to do anything… Does days she spent laying in bed… Ok… is because of the depression, but I have been taking care of Tommy, and her full time. My head rushes 24/7 trying to find solutions… trying to find a way…
I worry of the day or the moment I am not arround if she is going to be ok, if nothing is gonna happen… I feel exauseted, haven’t been able to sleep for 4 nights solid… Then, because I say “I’ll aply for jobs in a minute, let me just rest a minute” hell breakes lose. Well… not quite… but she got all upset and decided to just go Upstairs and whatever…
I swear I am trying my best…
I wish I had someone I could just open up and speaqk… would make me feel better…
I remember when I was a kid… I wouldn’t speak to my parents about anything… but open up myself with a psychiatrist… Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe that’s why I keep it all to myself…
Well… Vic’s now waiting to play chess… 
Better stop, (specially cuz she wants to read it!)lol
zya!!
