I've written this before (well along these lines) I spend every day telling everyone I'm ok. I tell everyone that finally me and my kids are happy, in a routine and we are finally at peace in a single parent household. I'm mostly ok. I get the odd day where I think I'm not. Then I get the very rare really bad days. Today is that day. Today i held a mans hand while he took his last breath (I work for the NHS) I held his hand because covid meant his family couldn't be there. I cried, I cried because I felt sad for him. I cried because I knew once my shift was over, I'd pick my kids up, go home and do the same routine I do day in day out. This heartbreaking thing just happened but yet the whole world just went on? I still picked the kids up and listened to them all trying to tell me about their day at the same time, I still made the same spag bol I've always made, I still had to split up arguments. Nothing is different. Nothing has changed. I'm sad for this family that lost someone, but I'm sad for myself today too. Am I selfish because his death has made me sad? I'm healthy, my kids are healthy. But I'm just still sad that every day is tedious and I'm not ok. Not today anyway.
There is probably spelling mistakes or grammar errors but I'm just sat here typing away whatever comes into my head, On a forum where i hope im anonymous, because I didn't know where else to go. 🤷🏼♀️