life comes to a screeching hault

Ok maybe it hasnt. But I feel like it has. It seems to me i cant think, talk, walk, or function at all like i used to. I snap at people for no reason, and if i do have a reason violence is at the forfront, and im apt to deck someone. Im tired of feeling like there is nothing out there for me. Like ill never be better, and that this life of nothingness is all im apt for. Im tired of living with past memories of things that have happend to me growing up. Im tired of being told that i need to just get over it. Well you know what>? I cant just get over it after 28 years. Its ingrained into me. Im tired of ppl being able to go back 30 years and bring thier accusers to some type of justice, Here i sit hoping that i can do that too; only to be told that statutes of Limitations have run out after i turned 21. Is there Justice out there? Is there life out there? Am i ever going to stop being afraid to just handle simple tasks. Which i guess is truly a true thing that ppl go through, and i should feel better that i have a window of insight to this, But in some way it only makes me feel worse; funny, i was asked what i was feeling when we discovered this window, i told the therapist I didnt know, hows that for delayed reaction. Course everything in my life has been delayed reaction. Delayed feelings, delayed growing up, delayed this delayed that. story of my life. Then theres the wondering will i be schitzophrenic like my mothers side of the family? or will i ever be sane. Or is this stuff just going to get worse and worse and me ending up in a mental hospital doped up to where i dont give a damn about nothing. thats all i got this week.
So till next week america