"Another Monday morning. I keep making sure I remember the days. Today is when we normally get a food parcel from local charity. The bread is often mouldy but plenty tinned goods and sometimes some sweets for kiddies. Plus no shortage of tea bags lol. I told myself last night, before I tried to sleep, that today would be a good day. Its currently 8am and I know today won't be a good day. I have to clean, I have to cook, I'm sick of both. I have to face my kiddies and act like all will be well, smile firmly in place. I just want to cry. I feel like I have a noose around my neck and any second, anyday it could tighten. I'm not suicidal at all, not by any means, but I'm starting to see why so many on universal are. It's psychological torture. "