Today is the first day I’ve been out the house since we were told I had miscarried.
I feel so anxious and in turn I feel like I’m being such a bitch and can’t look people in the eye. I’ve no idea why I feel like this.
I’m due to go back to work next week and the thought of it makes me feel sick.
I’m in Costa, crying. Literally crying into my coffee and wishing that this was a decaf and that my boobs would hurt and that life could go back to the happy bubble I was in last Wednesday. Life is just shit, if it wasn’t for my little girl I’m not sure what state I would be in. I’m always the one with the ‘brace face’ or who is ‘ tough as old boots’ but really I’m fragile and I need to talk.