Since my dad passed away, I only really have my sister. I speak to her most days but only see her maybe once a month.
She has her own life to live, I know that..
My family don't bother with me, I only have my 4 children. I don't think they really know the extent of my depression.
I think its because I hide it well until I blog about it. This blog is the only thing I have to vent too, how sad is that.
My brother stopped speaking to myself and my sister over a year ago because he got back with his ex wife and its a shame because we use to be so close.
My mum only talks about herself, theres no empathy from her. I dont see my mum much anymore and once again, we use to be close.
Since my dad died my family fell apart. My whole life fell apart. Im empty inside. Id go as far to say, im dead inside...
On the upside, I was 600 days sober yesterday. After my dad died I hit the bottle hard, then I had cancer and well, I was drinking a bottle of whisky a night.
Now im over 19 months sober, the only thing im smashing in life is my sobriety. I cant go back to drinking, it nearly killed me.
June 14th My Son Is Coming Home.
The coroner has rang today and the funeral home. My son will be getting collected from Liverpool, Monday morning. Which means I can hopefully see him Tuesday. Its Friday today. It will be over 2 weeks since I last saw my child. As a mother, my body is yearning to see my son. I just need to hold him and kiss him on his head. I feel sickness to the pit of my stomach, I'm dreading seeing my baby in a coffin, I'm dreading the funeral. This shouldn't be happening. His funeral will be July 1st at 12.15. I just feel numb. Im convinced its not my son and he'll just arrive home at some point.. I feel hollow with a sick feeling in my stomach. A few of my friends delivered me a beautiful canvas of my son this morning. What beautiful, thoughtful people I have in my life. I don't really know how I feel or what to say, I don't understand how I'm still alive. I'm lost...
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