Its Wednesday 13th September, every day for the last dew days ive thought about dying.
If I didnt have children I would happily kill myself.. damn these kids!!
I'm sick of being alive, all im doing is surviving, im not thriving. Each day rolls into the next and nothing changes.
Its like groundhog day.
Im so depressed and no one knows the extent of how I feel.
I have to fight everyday to stay alive because im a mum.
I wish someone could take my pain away, I wish I was better and feeling happier.
I have to keep reminding myself of how mentally unwell I was this time last year, I know im better but thats the medication!
Who even am I?? I dont even know who im meant to be.
Im only alive because I have kids and thats a real shame that I have nothing in life I love other than my boys.
I have nothing except my children, so in that respect, I guess I have it all but something is missing, and that something is 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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