Hi. Many of u will know my story, (this is not my first post). Found out 8 weeks ago tomorrow I had a missed miscarriage.
On the third week I felt a lot better, felt like I had accepted what happened and was ready to move on. Oh how wrong I was. 8 weeks on I'm still breaking down, still aching for my angel. I want my baby so bad it physically hurts. I am trying to put a normal face on, for my son and even for my partner. I'm not sleeping at nights to after 4am. All I'm doing is cooking and cleaning. I realised earlier I actually haven't left my house in 9 days. One day is blending into the next. I find myself watching tv r the news and thinking how awful the world is and how much suffering and pain people have to go through is just cruel. I start counselling on Tuesday and I really hope it helps me deal with things and live. I don't think Il ever "get over it" and i know there will be bad days and things will make me sad, but id really like to go out, sleep and eat again. I have no enthusiasm for anything. I feel I'm going thru the motions of living. Sorry for rant, my.post has no flow, but neither does my thought process at the moment