I have nothing to feel sad about. My family life and work are nothing to complain about. I have an easy going life but I’m still here feeling crippled with anxiety.
I tried to take my own life last year. I can’t put anyone else through that again, I won’t do that to them. I’m seeing my GP, medicated and awaiting therapy. Why am I such a let down to them all?
I pretend to be happy, they tolotarte me but I think we all know it’s just an act, it’s not fair on them that I’m still not happy when I should be.
It’s so selfish of me. I battle with pulling the plaster off and just ending it for all of us or continuing as I am knowing they have to live with me like this. They desreve a better mum and wife than me.
Me me me, I know how it sounds but I can’t word it any better than the thoughts crowding my head.