Basically it is anyway. I'm only carrying on because my parents only have me and I know dh wouldn't take the dc to see them if I wasn't here so they would lose all of us.
I've done something terrible to my baby dd and it's ruined all our lives. There's no hope or happiness in anything and everything seems pointless. From buying a newspaper to having a shower to seeing friends to leaving the house. What's the point? My ds is miserable too, he says he feels like I've forgotten about him. I haven't it's just it's taking everything I've got to stumble from one day to the next.
Something terrible is going to happen, I know it is.