I've had a dreadful day which has been the pinnacle of a fairly shitty 6 months. Today I just want to disappear. To run away. To become so small that no one will see me or bother me.
I'm sick of anxiety and I'm sick of depression and I am so sad that although I feel like I fight all the time against it, today it has defeated me. I hate waking up like clockwork in the early hours with my brain brain searching for something to panic or worry about. Like when you poke at a sore tooth. I hate that it's eaten at me and diminished the person I used to be. I feel like a disappointment to myself the to those who support me.
Thank you mumsnet for giving me a safe place to release.