Spookychild’s writings

I will write a little story. About a woman who thought she wasn’t enough. She was late thirties but life forgot her. Her father had divorced her mother before she was born. He never tried to call her, never sent her a card or present. Her mom was emotionally distant. She told her daughter she was like the sister she never had. Her mom was a hoarder and didn’t take care of the house or cook often. She had to take care of her mom from a young age. She never had a birthday party, graduation, baby shower or wedding. She was homeschooled never went to a dance or party. She never had a best friend. No girl was ever there for her. No boy ever asked her out, she was scared of boys scared to talk first. Her first relationship was a man she met through pen palling. She married him. She gave her ex everything and got only lies and betrayal. She lost her baby alone, emergency C-section but he died before they could get him out. Her ex was in jail. Her ex took her car and smashed it while intoxicated. She cried for her car. He never let her forget. She gave him three sons. He lied cheated and stole from her. He smashed the walls, her computer and the tv. He gave her a bloody nose, threatened to kill her if she left, put his hands around her throat, accused her of cheating, screamed at her for hours, blamed her for everything and used illicit substances. Finally she left him and took the kids. Still she was alone. Alone with three boys and an aging mother who didn’t know how to live alone. The woman suffered from fibromyalgia, myofascial pain syndrome, chonic fatigue, chronic depression, anxiety, PSTD, and self harm. Her middle child was on the spectrum and had sever OCD. Her oldest had bad anxiety and anger issues and her youngest was hyper sensitive and had health issues. Her mother began to show signs of dementia and mental deterioration. But she wouldn’t go to the doctor. And still the woman struggled on, terrified of people, so lonely all she wanted was to be loved unconditionally. Her mother never had. Her ex hadn’t. And her children depended on her. She still had no friends. She has no money, living on credit and financial aid. When she worked her self harm was bad before her marriage. Now it was bad just trying to go to the store made her want to give up for good. Walking outside the front door gave her anxiety. But all she wanted was a hug. It had been years a years. All she wanted was a kiss. It had been years and years. And all she wanted was a warm male body beside her in the bed. She hadn’t even been able to sleep with her ex. She had slept on the floor because he was so controlling.
Tell me where is she supposed to start fixing it?