Just that really. The first 7 months of my son’s life were so difficult for me. Now many of the issues we faced are resolved and he’s happy and healthy. I am privileged in so many ways. On the surface I have the perfect life. But I feel stuck. Unable to move on. I think it’s because all the people who should have been there for me at the darkest time in my life weren’t. I had no support. And now everyone gets to continue like normal while I have to spend the rest of my days on this earth knowing no one will ever take care of me if things are bad, no one cares if I live or die. I’m playing pretend every day. Everything feels hollow. Has anyone else felt this way? How do you carry on knowing your lovely life is just a veneer and you’re truly on your own?