Spilt - two weeks after my Matty and Gareth died I had to keep thinking 'breathe in....and out....and in....and out.' If I walked anywhere my head would scream 'Left, Right, Left, Right.'
I was drinking and putting myself into a dark oblivion. I didn't want to live but I definitely didn't want to die. I wanted to run away a million miles but I knew I had to stay and 'face the music.'
Most people had no idea what to say to me and, to be honest, I didn't want them to speak to me.
My house was a dirty hovel and I couldn't have cared less. As long as I had my alcohol and My DS1 was OK I had no other goals.
I ate anything that I had in the house. Food I hated....food that had gone way past its sell by date
food, food, food - hurry up and shovel it in your big gob Shabbs - perhaps it will fill a hole. Resulting in a weight gain of 4 stone in 6 months.
I have just read your posts and stared into space trying to find the right words....but, I know, there are no right words. You will be OK - that sounds so patronising and simple but I know, because I have walked 28 years in your shoes, you will be. You have to keep talking about your precious child, you have to scream, to laugh, to dance, to cry....I wish I had a tablet I could give you to take away this mental and physical agony but I haven't. All I can offer is my listening ear and my shoulder to cry on.
Never forget, the way you are feeling is 'normal', totally and utterly normal....you are a newly bereaved Mummy xxxxxx