You know it's been a bad day if it's only 2:20 in the afternoon and I am guzzling wine. Seriously, not sipping, gulping.

I don't like to talk too much family stuff here, but suffice it to say that I cannot deal with my parents anymore. They are crazy and dysfunctional, and my mother depends on me for everything. She wants me to be as miserable as she is. As soon as she senses me being happy, she does everything in her power to pull me down. I love her, but I am starting to resent her. A lot. I am trying so hard to break the cycle of crazy in our family, and I find myself yelling at my kids out of frustration for what I'm dealing with. No amount of weights is helping this stress. I'm thinking I might need to look into antidepressants, something I have been against, in principle, for most of my life. But I can't deal with this on my own anymore. I want to be happy, I want my kids to be happy, and I can't with this family bullshit pressing down all the time. I am done.