Just needed to vent. I spend all day every day indoors staring at 4 walls and a quadraplegic child. All my 'friends' are too busy having fun lives to ever come see me. Which makes me sad as whenever they went through tough times I always called them or went over. So many people didn't keep in touch after DD2 was born brain damaged.
Life seems to be passing me by and seems totally pointless now. All I have to look forward too is 30 odd years of lifting and nappy changing until I die.
DD1 ran away 3 months ago and I still don't know why. She wont tell me, seems to hate me, I am a total failure as a mother and just think 'what ifs'
What is the point in even staying alive anymore?