Sat here in bed, I’ve been here all day and most of lockdown.
Working , 2 children who I adore. They are loved and looked after but I hate myself and feel like everything is going wrong.
Never fully recovered from Pnd 11 years ago nor bullying in the family. Think it literally broke my heart and mind.
Contemplating my life and it’s worthless. I’m fat, ugly, haven’t left the house since Christmas, lockdown has kept things covered up nicely but the effect on me is horrendous.
Children are wonderful but just see what a useless woman I am.
They are busy and happy playing with their dad as I hide away and sob. Then I start planning. I getting desperate. I drag up and relive every bad incident that has ever ever happened to me since i was 10 and I deserve it and I tell myself this.
Waft is happening to me and how do I end this cycle of destruction?