Wow, yesterday was a bad day, I think the dream about my dad dying triggered me.
I just kept crying last night and today I feel totally fine.
Welcome to Ann-louise's wonderful world of EUPD!! Its exhausting, it really is horrible.
The slightest thing can trigger my mental health.
How long can I keep living like this? Its draining, one day i'm doing better, the next day i'm falling apart but one things for sure, I never give up..
But, what if one day I do and I was just having a bad day, what if one day the bad day gets too much?? What if?
As long as my children know I fought so hard to stay alive and my only purpose is to stay alive for them.
Id love it if I could just die and they'd be ok after my death, but they won't be will they?
Honestly the thought of my kids ever feeling the way I do is what keeps me going.
I wouldnt with Pathological Grief on my worst enemy.
I already know one day I won't be here and the depression will have won.
I'm not scared of dying, I never have been. At least I know my dad will be waitiing for me.
Yes, I know im not going anywhere just yet but how long can someone with Chronic depression live? Bet its not a long life span thats for sure.
Anyway, im feeling alot better today.
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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