I thought I was coping okay with my 8th miscarriage but turns out I'm not.
Had a panic attack in the middle of the night last night, kept hearing the lady say "I'm sorry there's no heartbeat" over and over and eventually I think my heart rate was so high I passed out, I ended up wetting myself and waking up in it 10 minutes later, I'm so embarrassed and disgusted in myself.
I went back to work today on reduced hours, couldn't stop crying, has to leave, seen by mental health dr immediately who has diagnosed me with PTSD. Referred to a psychiatrist and in the mean time I've been put on mirtazapine on top of my usual citalopram (10 years + on this), propanalol and diazepam to be taken when absolutely needed.
I lay in bed and think about laying on the train tracks near my house, intrusive thoughts telling me my Husband would be better off and find somebody who he could have children with and a happy life, my DH is so supportive and has never made me feel like this but I can't stop my brain from thinking it.
Has anyone else been in this position because right now I can't see a light at the end of the tunnel.