Thanks to those that said \i'm not a failure, but knowing myself i am. If i had been a better mother my sons wouldn't be struggling so much. My older doesn't talk much. I called him tonight, and when he does open up it means something. He said '''I'm thinking of living out of my car, I cant make it work'' like the rest of humanity, the majority are suffering with rising costs of housing and groceries and taxes on everything higher. I told him my plan is to cut my disability off at the end of next month. I don't care about the money, I always wanted my sons to have whatever I might end up with. My disability doesn't allow me to just give it away, I already did with what I was allowed to keep for myself, so fuck it all, I'm telling her to cut me off. Then when I reapply my psychiatrist is understanding, I'm sure he can convince them I wasn't myself at the time and did it because of my depression and concern for my sons. My worker already said I cant gift money and they'll look at every dollar i spend. I dont care. My sons lives matter more. I dont want to be around at 65 when I wont afford a place at all, I want to see them get some help. He has debt he cant help, so at least that will be off of his shoulders, and my younger is struggling in a dump of a room on welfare that doesn't give him enough at all to survive. I fell, my arm hurts. I took something for stomach pain. I'm just sick of my life amounting to nothing. What will make me happy is my sons seeing a bit of a better future for themselves. It's not a lot, but enough to get them on a better road than they are on now. i want to see my grandson. I'm going to tell my younger there's money for him but only if he gets of his arse and gets a job.