I am on the edge. My psychiatrist says my life could be worse. And that it's my fault the medicine isn't working. I should be more patient with my mother who suffers from Alzheimer's I should be more understanding. Her brain is slowly dying. I should understand that I have siblings who work all the time and don't have enough guts to visit my mother. I'm tired of living on a fixed income not knowing where my cat is going to get his next meal. I'm tired of being so lonely that I cry at night. I'm tired of all it. But don't worry I will be back tomorrow to fight another day. Whoever reads this journal thank you for your kindness and patience.