Random post, sorry

 Complex PTSD is not anything that should be glamorized. That being said, it is my life, not to say that I have a glorious life, I really do not. I live in a house hold full of CPTSD.  It is a constant struggle just to get the bills paid and still try to have a positive outlook on life. At corrant point. I do not have that.  It feels like doom and gloom, every day.  Every time I feel there is a point of light, to look forward to, it's definitely a train.  Even now, I am taking a few minutes to write down my random thoughts and I can hear my youngest crying, I know that my time is limited because in a few minutes I will be presented with a crying child with the instructions to "fix it". That being said, I have been told to do that a lot lately, and when I give instruction of how to fix the thing, I am told it is wrong, and the thing goes on without the fixing. I don't see the point of my existence. I really don't. Everyone wants a piece of me, but no one sees my value. I feel I am broken. I need to go, my baby needs me. Sorry, that's all I got right now.