I feel l like nothing is ever going to get better, or that by the time it does there'll be nothing left of me so what's the point? I've been trying so hard to take care of myself, getting exercise, trying to eat right and go to bed early but it all feels so futile. I'm supposed to be doing a race later today, I've been really looking forward to it, training hard in spite of sleepless nights so I could have something to call my own. Of course the baby has barely slept and my older child has been up sick. Their dad is doing his best but he's only one man. All I wanted was a nights sleep so I could give this my best shot. I couldn't even have that. Everything is so hard. The baby is 7 months old and I just feel awful, like if I can't even get a nights sleep when I need it, why the hell would anything else go my way?