Hi all,
My first post......
There's no doubt about it, I've been through the mill over the last few years but gradually things have improved.
I lost most of my family a few years ago when finding out that my father had abused my beautiful daughter (he went to prison). My mother refused to believe that this ever happened and I've not heard from her since.
Then there's all the other stuff. Difficult ex-husband's wife who has come between my ex and my two children to the point that the children won't speak to him anymore. They are 19 and 17 so beyond me influencing them to try and patch it up but to be honest, it's not really them. They are thoroughly decent children and I'm very proud of them. I think they feel really let down that he doesn't put them first, at least occasionally.
Some work stuff as well but, on the face of things, it's just not that important to me compared to other things.
Needless to say, I am extremely wary of being happy these days as I specifically remember thinking how well things were going just before I got the most horrible call from the police saying that I needed to come to the school as my daughter had confided in a friend about the abuse. Obviously, there were some horrendously difficult times after this, which I mainly dealt with on my own. I got quite ill with anxiety but over time I recovered.
I moved at the beginning of last month, with my daughter to an absolutely lovely flat, lovely area and she was already going to college here, so no massive upheavals for her. She loves being away from where we were before after what happened, so all is good.
I keep waking up at around 5am every morning and worrying about everything. Sometimes, it's just generally going over what had happened in the past, the amount of people who have let me down or not supported me, sometimes it's money or work (there are no real major issues with either). By the time I am actually awake and had a shower and a coffee, none of what I've worried about is really relevant and I'm perfectly ok.
I just can't stop doing it! I don't know why. It's been worse since we moved. It was a traumatic move to add to the stress. It took around 9 months and I nearly lost my new place a few times but we're here now and loving it.
I'd like to just wake up when my alarm goes off with the birds singing and I stretch and yawn and jump out of bed feeling refreshed and ready for the day!