I have been in bed since Wednesday evening. I dropped my ds at his dad's and came home, looked around. Ds bowl from his breakfast was there, and his favourite blanket with the cat print was on the sofa. My ds loves cats. But he wasn't there.
I realised that I wasn't needed by anyone. I rarely am. I only see my ds 40% of the time, historic from 2013 when I attempted suicide and my emotionally abusive ex husband used that as leverage to take me to court and get residency of the only good thing I've ever done with my life.
Since 2013 my health is failing. I have chronic tinnitus and it's believed I may have interstitial cystitis though that isn't diagnosed yet.
I have no interest in anything when my boy isn't here. I have a dh who is lovely but doesnt really get what makes me tick.
So I went to bed. And I'm still here. I should have gone to work yesterday, and today. I haven't. I havent done anything. My friend says take antidepressants but I'm scared they'll make my tinnitus worse.
I have things downstairs. I have 2 gerbils and a cat. There's things I would like on TV. So why am I still here in this bed? I just wish I could talk to my ds but my ex won't answer my call. I'll see ds on Monday.