Oh darn... If someone had told me at 10 years old that by 37 I'd be in such a mess as I am now, I wo…

Oh darn... If someone had told me at 10 years old that by 37 I'd be in such a mess as I am now, I would have never believed it... And anyway, what dreams did I even have back then? I dreamed of a strong family, of traveling, of a job I loved.... In reality... I fight with my daughters every other day, my family has fallen apart. Work is just to survive. And in general... I don't know what I want or what I'm capable of. Life is passing me by in vain. Another day gone, thank God. I feel like it's all for nothing. I've been listening to Igor Talkov for a week.... Yesterday I was crying all day. Today I woke up with a feeling of "Hello maturity". Who says that at 37, everything is just beginning? Maybe I'll believe it) or maybe not...