It has come to a point in my life where I know I need Psychiatric help and I can’t afford it. I know I need to find a way to to work out my problems. Maybe I should start writing poetry again. My mom died in 1996! And it was her birthday yesterday and I am still holding back tears. Like full on sobs. I don’t want to cry myself asleep. It’s a little after 1am. I need to just decompress and knock out….