I am here, I am alive, but it is a lot. My father passed away in August, my anxiety and depression got worse after a seizure he had from brain cancer that he was diagnosed with last year. I didn't go to sleep at night until I checked on him to see if he was even still breathing. My mom and aunt thought it was good for me to go down South for a month to spend time with her (my aunt) and my cousin. My father passed away when I was down South. I am still in disbelief. I can't understand why such a hardworking man had to go. My boyfriend and I have been dating for 7 years now. I have a niece and she's four months old. I have a kitten, he's three months old. I had a breakdown/meltdown/attack whatever you call it. I cried and screamed and hit myself so hard that I bruised my knee. I had to choose to stay with my sister and her baby or help my mother shop. I hate feeling like this.