When my children were very small, I.planned to take our lives. I had it all worked out and in my disturbed mind, it made perfect sense. I thought I was caring for them by taking them with me.
On the day in question, I had to take my little girl to an appointment and I can't quite remember how it came about but they called the crisis service and from that moment, the wheels of help started turning.
The children were officially made state wards but entrusted into the care of friends. I was taken to respite house where I was looked after 27-7 by a nurse, with a psychiatrist and various other people (mental.health nurse? Social worker?) visiting each day.
I remember feeling completely detached, as if I could see the world but sort of just floating in a bubble and not part of it.
Recovery seemed slow but in hindsight was relatively smooth. When I returned home and the children were returned, I had nurses on rotation.
It's a world away from where I'm at now. The children are now teenagers and I work ft, do normal things etc.
At no point did I imagine I was doing anything more than making a carefully considered decision with utmost love for my children. So please, before you judge anyone who takes their own life, please try to grasp that they probably thought it was a good plan and had no intention or comprehension of how it could be otherwise construed. The outside world had stopped existing for me.