I don’t know who to turn to. I feel like everyone doesn’t give a shit about me.
I feel like I’m stood in a room shouting for help and my family are just watching me. I’m not coping well at all.
Iv begged Dh for support. He doesnt get it.
The dc are driving me insane and if wasn’t for my youngest I wouldn’t be here right now.
My sister FaceTimed me and kept saying how I shouldn’t be happy my oldest isn’t like me at her age. I told her I was like that because I had an awful childhood with our mum drinking and trying to kill herself weekly. I was the only one left at home and had to deal with it throughout my child and teen years.
She said I wasn’t sexually abused or beaten so I had a decent childhood because I was bought things.
I feel even more like shit
Why can’t I be normal.
Why can’t I enjoy my children.
Why can’t I be happy
Why can’t I be loved
I can feel myself spiralling.
My chest hurts and my head hurts
The kids need feeding but Dh isn’t doing it
I want to run Asay and take my youngest with me. Just me and her.
I want my mum. I want to be with my mum.
I can’t take much more