Been in a bad space for a while now and getting worse. Blew up at my sons school just to get blown off... I am not usually the dramatic type but there seems to be no end in sight. My son is getting worse and I just can’t get services. H just doesn’t get it. T is being amaizing and is praying we can get far enough along before I break... I don’t think we are going to make it.

I just cannot fathom 24/7 for three months and hubby gone most of the time with a kid that is holding me hostage, assulting me and giving me worse PTSD than my childhood history from hell ever managed to.
I have no kitchen so I can’t eat right and am not eating often... which is exaggerating other health issues. H and my son have just broken me down so far I can’t see any way back up with what little I have left.