It's took a lot for me to even begin to write this and I don't even know where to start. I'm incredibly open about my illness and I don't sugar coat anything that I deal with. But one thing I don't openly discuss is mental illness and how I've been. Not long ago there was something on the TV about someone who suffered too much and ended their own life. That was the first time my mom sat me down and asked me questions about how I felt and asked me when I knew I needed help. I remember when I first started realising something was wrong. Cory was born and I felt so poorly I felt like I couldn't do anything for him. Felt like a worthless parent and like I had no meaning in life. I'd starve myself as punishment if I couldn't do the night feed, I couldn't tell anybody. Then when Cory was about 7 months old me and his dad split and I felt worthless. Not because we split but because I felt I couldn't be a parent without him. The house slowly beca...