Ellie Jean

Close. Five years of wildland firefighting in my teens lol. ?

Lol, you don't get it: I'm poor as FUCK. If I don't find an additional source of income, my mother and I are going to be homeless in less than two years. Some people literally can't afford vacations, and I just happen to fall into that unfortunate economic class. The closest thing I can get to a vacation is a camping trip, and I fucking hate camping. ?

I'm too poor to afford to go on vacation; what money I do get needs to be saved up for surgeries and travel expenses. Annnd...yeah, no; my Little alter is in no place to be taking care of anyone; she can't even take care of herself; one of the many reasons she's been coming out less / I've been suppressing her more. ?

My Little alter is crying and screaming in my head a lot. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. ?

The first one. No real time to be Little. My mom's dying and I'm trying to take care of her and hold everything together. ...The other day she asked me if I'd be willing to kill her if she ends up in the hospital; she wants a DNR order, but someone has to make the call. She wants me to do it. ...I didn't say anything; couldn't say anything; like English just didn't work anymore. ?

Slowly getting out of my depression. 
And nothing really...my inner Little is kinda dying. ?

Nope.

Full on suicidal. You?

Don't call me bro. ?
And no; I'm not doing okay. ?