Writing my own kind of fairy tale

I allow my life to be an open book, I feel that maybe there is someone out there that could benefit from my trials and tribulations, so to say. Yes, it leaves me open to be vulnerable, but I have nothing to hide and I hope that people can respect me enough to see through my issues and look for my good qualities.

I fear I have let my stress and anxiety get the best of me. I've turned into a bitter person. I try and enjoy the things that I used to but its just so hard. My kids keep me going and I put on a smile for them, they deserve all the world has to offer. I have a hard time letting go of anger. Its hard for me to think forward rather than behind. I always wonder what I could've done different to have a better outcome. And then I try and make myself stop worrying about what should've been and to focus on the future and then I get upset about where my future is going. Its a vicious cycle. My solution was starting school, which will happen jan 8, and I'm nervous about that and my ability to continue my role as mommy while I'm a student. (I'm not a very good muti-tasker!) I pray that one day, when I'm done with my schooling and have established myself in this world, that I can look back one day and be proud of how far I've come.

I'm not sure why I'm typing this, I guess I just needed to get it off my chest.