A series of events. in Bittersweet

Life is a series of events, in which one terrible thing happens, you start to recover and another one hits you.
We got bad news again. Its been less then 2 months since my last bit of bad news. I cant even start to recover once before the next wave hits me.
Im finding that some people are luckier then others. They have things happen that are good to them. My life has been a series unfortunate sad events. One after another. Between the sad affairs of my teenaged life. The loss of my first born. homelessness, constant job upheaval. Being homeless again and again. The stress. The anxiety.
Thinking we are stable and things happen all over again. Same circles, same stress.
At least we cant loose our house now. We paid it off. A small joy, except i actually despise this place lol. Its small, in a crappy part of town. Its not at all where I want to be.
Dreams are silly things. You aspire for something bigger and greater. And in the end they bring you down again and again. Its better not to dream. Better not to look for anything more then what you have. Its less disappointing.
Its not a lesson i want my kids to learn. I want what all moms want for them. Hopes and dreams and to do better. I just know that isnt MY story. I hope its their story.
I wasnt born for happiness.