If it wasn't Christmas I'd end my life.
I'm worthless and useless I hope there is no God for then I'll have to endure on and on.
I'm the child of a drug addict and a histrionic mum I remember holding my dad's head up as a child when he had to much so he didn't choke on his vomit.
I'm a rape survivor and no I didn't press charges because I loved my rapist. I was 15 and was held face down and raped anally and vaginally.
I have bipolar and borderline.I had a termination at age 15 that I didn't want and I had to go in alone it was this moment I realised I had to be alone forever. After the termination I started hemorrhaging but I hid it. Then after a while I felt a urge to push so I went to the toilet and as something was coming out of me I ran to my mum covered in blood. I was happy I thought I was giving birth. But I wasn't it was my womb prolapsing. I went to hospital weighing 6 stone and was admitted for a month.
When I reached a and e I was taken straight through that's when I was informed it wasn't a baby but my womb coming out because of the hemorrhage. Over they next month they talked of a d and c as I had retained products but luckily it wasn't necessary.
I had a year of therapy after that.
I shut everyone out and I can't let anyone in because while people look at me and think I'm cold and strong inside I'm dying and I'm so fragile.
My dh is shut out but I have no choice I can't trust anyone. I've been let down too much.