These words are my diary, screaming out loud

I feel like I"m living in some alternate universe. I feel like my life has been turned upside down. I feel like things are spiraling out of control. I hate this feeling. And I feel like a bad Mom who is doing major emotional damage to her son. And I feel like a bad person for not eating right. Clayton has a limited amount of things he'll eat, and I love food and love cooking, but am not going to cook for just me, which is what it'd be. I just feel like I'm screaming, and no one can hear me.