It is "everything".
I've hidden in bed from my lovely mothers help today cos I don't want to need her, I want to be able to do it myself, but I so can't!
I overdid it yesterday going out and that has left me totally exhausted physically and mentally. Dh was away last night with work and I didn't sleep well.
Sounds ridiculous, but I hate mothers day! When I was 12 my mum walked out on us the Monday after mothers day with her OM and really that was the end of my relationship with her and the start of my mental health and personality problems. This year, I have a beautiful, gorgeous intelligent 12 year old dd and every time I look at her I want to weep for the me that was, and the me I might have been.
My limbs are still numb, leaden, painful in bursts, and it isn't going to get much better than this.
I'm lonely, bored, frustrated, miserable and I have to put on a brave face as I'm getting taken to see the pandas at Edinburgh zoo on Sunday!
My appetite has gone and I'm losing weight again- 5 stone now.
I know there are worse things in life, people worse off than me. But I'm being self indulgently miserable about all this.
If this is all there is to look forward to, I don't want to go on.
I'm not actually suicidal, been there, done that, I'm not going back there again, but I feel like I'm existing, not living.
Sorry for moan, thanks for asking!