So far this week, four people have asked me straight out how I am and how I'm coping - any or all of them would have helped me in one way or another, either practically or . My GP, my boss, my mother and my counsellor (my counsellor, FFS!). Each time, I smiled and said I was doing fine and feeling better. Why can't I tell anyone how I really feel?
Since my husband walked out on us eight months ago, I really have been coping fairly well. But I feel as if a big brick wall is looming and I am racing towards it at a hundred miles an hour, and something is going to give. I am exhausted by the responsibility of working, running the house, looking after three small children and managing all the emotional fallout. Talking about it helps, and I've got lots of people who are willing to listen, but I feel as if I should be getting over this by now, and moving on. And I can't really put this sense of exhaustion into words - it's as if there's an enormous weight on my shoulders and it's crushing me. If I could bring myself to tell someone, they would help - with childcare, with time off, with medication (though I don't think I'm depressed) but when it comes to it I can't bring myself to admit I'm not coping very well. I just can't. I can write it down on here, but that's no bloody use to anyone.