It feels like this place I am in will never end. I don't even feel like I deserve any support because I did this to myself.
I have had the worst year. I never realised how bad it's been until everyone told me so. I spent new year 2013 crying my heart out over the end of a relationship.spent half of 2013 very unwell, pneumonia twice which first went misdiagnosed as suspected lung cancer. I lost a load of weight, right to six and a half stone. Met someone new and thought I was finally going to be happy but am being assigned a person from women's aid today because I have been psychologically abused by him. During my time with him, I ended up slashing a wrist and finally, eleven days ago, I took some drugs at a house party to try and fit in and keep him happy. I never take drugs and basically have had drug induced psychosis which has passed now but left me with terrible anxiety. I can fall asleep at night but wake up with a racing heart and a heart that feels like it's stopped for a second before starting again. It's horrific. On top of this, I am a lone parent to four dc and I am struggling to cope with the shame and self loathing of what I have done.
I have been on my own for the first time today and dropped my dc at nursery. Before I even got home tears were streaming down my face and once through the door I had a total crying breakdown.
It feels like there is no point to anything anymore. That I will never feel myself ever again. That my life has been turned upside down.
I keep telling myself that if I get back with him, everything will go back to normal. I'll start sleeping at night again, have company when the kids go to bed, stop hating myself all the time.
But it's not true. I have to accept that this relationship, that I fought to keep every month he finished it, is actually over. He has stayed with me everyday for seven months, I just feel utterly lost and scared and although I have a lot of support, I feel alone inside.
The anxiety has lessened to just night times but the lack of sleep is getting to me and I think I am starting to associate sleep with the anxiety which I know isn't a good thing.
I wish someone could wave a magic wand and I will wake up the strong, confident, stubborn woman I normally am, not this pathetic trembling wreck that I hate so much.