Honesty Hour. Who am I?

Who is this writer that hides behind this computer screen?  I love honesty and I am not ashamed of  the person that I have become, even though most people would think that I have nothing.  I am 37 years old and have been happily married for 6 years.  My husband and I are living with his mother right now because we hit hard times.  I haven't worked in almost 2 years and am absolutely terrified to get a job due to my anxiety and depression.  My mother passed away almost 4 years ago and I have never been the same.  I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and I am doing better thanks to my amazing psychiatrist.  I stay home most of the time and hang out with my mother-in-law during the day and my husband at night when he gets home from work.  I don't have a vehicle so I am confined to this house even if I wanted to go anywhere.  I watched my car get hooked to the tow truck and taken out of my front yard.  I was crushed but it was my fault, I lost my job and had no way to pay for it any longer. I just want to be honest about who I am.  I am a writer so I usually blog about what's going on in the world, entertainment opinions, I think I even did 2 movie reviews on here, lol. I also want to write about the real world, it's rarely rainbows and butterflies.  I have been through so much that I should be honest and tell my readers the truth:  I have lost 2 people that I loved to suicide, I lost my mother to cancer, I found my grandma dead when I was 10, my father isn't in my life and doesn't want to be, he had two replacement kids and said fuck me and my sister.  Oh, I have a sister who is 6 years older than me and we hate each other.  I practically raised my niece so that whore could finish school but I am the shitty one. My niece and I were very close and she married a jackass that hates me so guess what, I don't see her at all.  Icing on the cake of shit... she has a daughter now so I have a great niece that I will never know.  Both sets of my grandparents are gone, I have no family besides my husband.  Holidays are sad for me because I miss our big family dinners. I am not playing the victim nor do I want to be seen as one.  I only want to put myself out there and be who I really am.