DP's mum died six months ago. DD is poorly and is needing a lot of time with the paediatrician.
And all I can think about is how miserable I am. I want to be a rock and support everyone and be selfless, but am finding it so hard. I haven't slept in my own bed for 4 months. My job is ridiculously busy and I don't have any friends to speak to. I feel like there's no joy and nothing to look forward to, but most of all feel like a selfish piece of for thinking this way.