I am 33 and I wake up every morning disappointed that I didn’t die in my sleep and I’ve stopped functioning.
My whole life is a mess and I’m convinced I was put here to suffer, honestly I am utterly certain of this. I don’t know why or what happened but there is not one part of me that is made for this life.
I was sexually abused as a young child, child of addiction, the people who saved me at 7 years old have died and I’m lost without them.
Antidepressants by the time I turned 16, married an amazing man at 21, miscarriage after miscarriage something inside me snapped and I could no longer mask how I felt, 2 suicide attempts later and I stayed 2 months in a psychiatric hospital.
I came out better, or so I thought. I finally gave birth to the love of my life 18 months later, my beautiful daughter 2 weeks before I turned 30. I honestly thought I was cured, I suddenly have everything to live for.
Then I gave birth to my son a year ago and I’ve lost it. I love him but I hate myself. I don’t want to leave them but what if it’s the only way of them living any kind of normal
life because I’m only going to mess them up.
I am on meds, I am under the perinatal team, I am a mess. I do nothing to help myself, I drink redbull on tap because it keeps me awake, I can go days without eating, I mask all of the time because I don’t want my daughter to see me crying, I don’t want her childhood filled with worry like mine was. Their Dad is an amazing Dad, they have so many people around them who adore them.
My baby definitely wouldn't remember be, would my daughter? She’s just turned 3. What if it’s the wrong thing to do? What if I mess up their life? What if they think that I wanted to leave them, I don’t. I don’t want to leave my Husbans either but this pain that lives inside of me and takes over is exhausting.
I go into a drug induced sleep (prescribed sleeping tablets to help with sleep paralysis) and have nightmares that haunt me for days after.
I watch my friends, knowing that they feel
happiness. Why am I so broken? Every time I think I’ve beaten it, it comes back stronger and I’m scared that this time it’ll win. I don’t want to die I don’t want to leave them but I need to feel peace, I need my brain to stop tormenting me. I am not the wife I promised to be in my vows, I’ve let him down and he is one of life’s genuinely good men, he deserves happiness, genuine happiness as do my children, all I’ll do is pull them down with me.