I don't tend to post about sad things on Mumsnet, but what the hell tonight I will.
Some of you may already know, my Mum committed suicide when I was pregnant with ds1 (4 1/2 years ago). It tore me apart, things were very tough for quite a while, but I've got through, probably due to dh being bloody fantastic and an amazing gp.
The thing is, her death and mainly the manner of it, and all the publicity afterwards (local papers only but bad enough when you are intensely private), still comes back to bite me, as if the ground opens up and tries to swallow me and I have to try very hard not to let it. And I'm still so angry and sad and I want it all to go away, but life isn't like that, we have to grit out teeth and get through.
Grrr and .