I said this to my mum earlier, and have said it many many times over the last twelve months and all I get is ‘what about your children? Are you happy to leave them without a mother?’
I think they’d be better without me, or at least they’d be able to get over it fast.
But I also feel like what about me? What about what I want? Yes, I want them to be ok but there’s so little here for me. I love my children but I wish I’d not had them because now seemingly they tie me to situations I don’t want to be in anymore.
I am so tired. I know objectively I am lucky in so many ways which makes it even worse that I feel like this.
i can’t remember the last time I looked forward to anything or felt anything other than dread, anxiety or sadness. It feels like all the awfulness in the world has curled up and found a space inside me.
My main protective factor is just survival instinct and worrying it would go wrong and I’d end up in an even worse place.
All there is is more of the same, or possibly even worse stuff, when I look forwards.
And ultimately it is all just pointless. If I died in 12 months it would barely matter to anyone but crucially I wouldn’t have to keep getting up and living the life I’m living.
I don’t know why I am posting really. It’s not a cry for help. I’m not going anywhere right now and if I were to do it I’d make damn sure I did it properly because I wouldn’t want to be stopped.
Im struggling against it tonight I suppose. If there were an easy off button I’d press it.