im pretty good about keeping heavy shit off social media but damn. i pretty much need to go to therapy just to have someone to vent to. September 2014 i had a stroke and was in the ICU for almost a week. i recovered with minimal side effects (doctors say I'm very very lucky) but some days i wish that stroke would have killed me. idk if it's the pregnancy or what but dear god i am stressed out 96 % of the time, my husband (father of my child im pregnant with, not my 3 year old) asked me why I'm in such a bad mood all the time. WELL SHIT LET ME TELL YOU... my toddler is a fucking handful, i mean ive had ppl decline watching him because they said they can't handle him, his father is a POS that is always in jail or fucking off, his family is all bat shit crazy and my mother claims she's not the baby sitting grandma so i get ZERO help, ZERO BREAKS, NOTHING. ive been around my child 24/7 for about 5 months. im having a high risk pregnancy and still no help. i have to take care of my son while I'm throwing up with contractions and migraines. im also inrolled in college so i have to do that and be a mom because i have no one to watch my child while i do homework /tests whatever. i clean the house, mom, cook, homework and am pregnant. omfg. and now im going to be adding another child to this mess.