I think that pretty much sums it up.
If I could just not wake up or cease to exist that would be grand. The only thing keeping me here is my dc.
I've struggled through ill health - still not 100% there, but i can at least move now. I've managed to get a little p/t min wage job which I do enjoy. I have a little "pocket money". But I just feel I'm worthless. I'm ugly, getting fatter by the day. My teeth are shit (I've been saving up to get proper treatment but it's taking a while). I don't have a passion. I don't feel I'm good at anything. My husband clearly thinks I'm a twat, that's how he treats me. He had counselling for his anger/depression and was good for 6 months, but since his dad passed away (3 weeks) the lure of the pub has started again. And I feel guilty for resenting him for it. Grief should buy you a free pass - but I just don't trust him anymore.
I don't want to live like this any more. I want to be vibrant, confident and feel free to do what I want (within the confines of motherhood)
I just can't be arsed any more.