I feel like I’ve dropped out of life. Until lockdown, I was very sociable, went on holidays two or three times a year, and had what seemed like a dream life on the surface. I was married, financially stable, and had a good job. However, beneath it all, my marriage was abusive, and I often felt like the “dream” was a trade-off for enduring the abuse. My ex-husband didn’t like me working, and although I had a job, I was constantly walking on eggshells.
I became pregnant twice but miscarried both times. The second loss was at eight weeks, and the first, much harder, at just shy of 21 weeks. I still think about it to this day, wondering if I over-exercised or ate the wrong foods. The “what ifs” never seem to go away.
Eventually, I left my husband. The divorce was rushed through and paid for by him, but I didn’t receive any settlement. I couldn’t afford a lawyer and just wanted to escape the situation.
In 2021, I started feeling unwell and was constantly at the GP. By 2022, I was diagnosed with cancer. At first, my friends were so so supportive, but over time they faded away. One even admitted she couldn’t cope because it brought back painful memories of her mum’s breast cancer. I understand, but it’s been isolating.
I’m now paralysed below the waist, which has made everything harder. Recently, I had a stay in a hospital 70 miles away. I woke up one night in terrible pain, and for the first time, I truly felt alone. My family were too far away to visit, my friends didn’t know I was there, and in that moment, I almost gave up.
The nurses came in to check my obs and called the consultant. I was frustrated because I just wanted to sleep, and I remember feeling warm, cosy and peaceful as I drifted off. It was lovely! What I didn’t know was that my heart had stopped. I woke up the next day (or the day after, I’m not sure) and found out they had used a defibrillator on me. I have no memory of anything dramatic, no floating above myself or bright lights, just a warm, cosy feeling.
I don’t know how this will all end or how long I’ve got. But if I recover, I want to start over. I want a new career, a new place, and a fresh chapter. They say life begins at 40, but for me, it feels like mine ended.
I think for many, the lack of interest in life can come from depression, trauma, or health challenges, rather than simply not caring about life itself. I think also, as a society we’re told to speak up when we are struggling, I remember coming on here a while ago and I think I experienced the best and the worst of humanity and it was the worst thing I could have done. When people have experienced this sort of thing, it’s understandable that they’d rather not interact with other humans!
In my case, the circumstances have been overwhelming, but I still hold on to the hope of starting over when I can. I don’t know what I enjoy anymore. I don’t know who I am, what my purpose is, what/where I’m going as it’s so dependent on my health.
Anyhow, Happy New Year to everyone reading this. I truly wish you all the best for 2025 x