I've experienced this for six years now but it seems as though we are stumbling from one acute episode to another. I am trying my hardest to be the best daughter I can but I'm really failing horrible. My sister is doing a far better job than me in terms of practical and emotional help.
I have a young family and my DP has multiple sclerosis which has been really bad this week. I feel like the expectation is for me to keep flying over there but I can hardly cope with what's happening in my own house most days.
This morning I had dared to feel a little bit happier and more positive and then then phone rang and I'm back to feeling absolutely dreadful again. I think I'm probably being pretty selfish in my head lately as I'm in self preservation mode. I had a tragic event in September where I had to have a TFMR at 17 week and I'm still so mentally fragile from that. I'm trying so desperately to claw myself back to good mental health but I'm not sure that's even possible when you get regular bouts of this terrible news. It's so confusing 😫