My Life In Hell

I've been tripping over my feet figuratively trying to relate my experiences, because of several factors, one my lack of experience in blogging in general and this service in particular. If I could go back and correct the errors I would, but since I can't do that without starting over they have to stand, I'd like help,but that isn't forthcoming. Next being overwhelmed by problems, exhaustion and resulting health problems caused by everything I'm forced to deal with. I don't regret what I've said,because if I didn't feel so strongly about what I've experienced and what I was going through I wouldn't have said the things I said. I would have said them eventually it was inevitable. I just regret that it was so poorly executed. When one is overtired errors are the result. I'd like to think that despite the feeling that my brain is wrapped in cellophane I'm still capable of trying to solve problems. I'm still going to express my thoughts even if no one else feels the same,because these are my very real experiences and for better or worse they have helped shape who I am. If I am to feel better and start to heal I have to discard then. It seems that every time I seemingly adjust to something that I should never have had to to begin with, there is something new to have to deal with, after a while it becomes too much and you just shut down,because you just can't handle it anymore. Every time I'm forced to accept something that I find is wrong a little more of me dies. I'm aware that there is no one capable of understanding everything that is contained in this blog, or realizing the extent to which I've been suffering; how truly horrendous things are and have been, much less empathizing with me to want to reach out, offer help and friendship.