It has been... A WEEK.
DF is terminally ill (not expected to be here by the end of the year) and reacted badly to his first session of palliative chemo a few weeks ago. He's currently in hospital with sepsis. He's only in hospital because we forced him to go- if we'd left him alone, like he wanted us to, he'd have been dead by the next morning I think. None of us had any idea how ill he actually was as he was hiding a lot of his symptoms from us.
His condition has been back and forth all week. I have slept in the spare room all week, dreading but waiting for a middle of the night phone call that has thankfully not come. He seems to be doing slightly better.
I'm currently waiting to see if I will get a settlement from an organisation that allowed me to be abused when I was a child. I have been working on this case for nearly 2 years. I should find out the results of this in the next couple of weeks.
I am living with an eating disorder, related to the above. It has escalated this week to the point where I am binging every day. The amount of food I'm eating is making me feel ill and I don't want to do it, but can't stop doing it in secret. I can't seem to talk to anyone about it.
My DH is wonderful. He's made sure I've had downtime from my toddler, who I love more than life itself but who I have given very little of myself to lately 
. I'm currently sitting on the sofa and I literally don't know how to stand up and get on with all the jobs I've neglected this week.
I know I need to get help for my binge eating. But I don't know how to do that either. I'm worried I'll get laughed out of the doctor's surgery or told to go on Slimming World, when it's really not that simple.
Any words of encouragement would be so helpful. I've been powering through for so long it feels like I've just stopped and can't get going again.