As I sat here today and I began to look back on some things that happened in my life. Sometimes I go back and analyze everything. Things like if I had changed this, would it have been a different outcome?
Most of the time I think it’s all my fault. For example, why did I live like this for the past 19 years? Could I have done something different to change the way my husband loved and cared for me? Most of my needs I throw out because everyone comes first but ME. As I sit alone and think, that voice in my head tells me how stupid I am. Then I start analyzing again. I feel like such a failure and my life I have failed.
Why do brains have to be so complicated? Why is there so much screwed up? Why do we think like we do? What do you think?
Finding the Light 
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