And by wretched, I mean I’m not coping with life very well and have some suicidal ideation.
I had some health issues last year (a lovely reminder of my abusive childhood) and I’m ‘recovering’ from surgery (developed an infection, consultant has thrown a tonne of antibiotics at it) but the last straw was going into anaphylaxis on Saturday. Out of nowhere. I feel like my body is betraying me, like I can’t do anything right and there’s no point in continuing the fight. I’m so, so tired. What do I do? My husband tells me things will get better, but things are getting worse. I had a stillbirth on Christmas Day in 2014 and since then I feel like no matter how hard I try, there is always something round the corner that knocks me back and curtails any progress I’m making.
I have a wonderful daughter but I’m just starting to feel like she would be better off without me. And I know that’s not a good mindset to be in. I want someone to fix me because I don’t have the strength anymore to try and fix myself.