I am having a hard time deciding if I should continue with my publication. I have lost hope in myself and the world we are living in. I am disabled and I don’t have very much. I have never had my own house or a car. I have been homeless because of my illness. Because of my tumultuous and abusive childhood, I have fought several psychological disorders with no prevail. I am not dangerous nor do I hurt people I just cannot believe anything good will happen for me, even with me trying. Even if I am talented at something, I will never see it or believe that I am good enough. Maybe I shouldn’t spill my heart and fears out to just anyone, but I feel I must share my human experience. So please do not judge me for not being like you.