I've taken four sleeping pills but still can't sleep. I just keep going over and over bad things in my head. Plus I'm not well and the pain is keeping me up. I feel different at this very moment I am writing out suicide notes and I feel calm and happy while I'm doing it. The sadness I feel is that my youngest will not remember me from when i was well and a good mother.
I've had enough of being a invalid unable to do anything barely able to get out of bed. My mum and partner have to look after the kids in shifts because I can't even look after my own dc. Tomorrow when she picks them up I'm going for a walk to a place with a very very high bridge and before I did I plan on feeling how it feels to fly.