It's complicated. My DCs are with their fathers.
I was being made homeless last year, my landlady wanted the house back for her daughter. She didn't manage it particularly well, it took her a few months to get it right, and I was getting more and more stressed, my carer was being difficult (reporting me to the school as unfit etc), and I was getting a distinct lack of support from the council/adult care with people off on holiday.
And about this time, I met my ex. I'm still trying to disassemble what happened between us, how much was me making my own choices, and whether he put pressure on me to do anything. I got it in my mind that I was no longer fit to care for my children and he supported that, said he could take me on if I gave them to their fathers, and I could sort myself out. Not that that is what happened.
I don't know any more. At the time I thought I was doing what was best, and in a way I was protecting them from homelessness, and going through the rigmarole of hostel/B+B while I sorted out a place to live. I was also frightened of my carer, she wasn't going easily despite my giving her notice (everyone was on holiday and I was left to manage it myself). She was big and scary, and she worked at my children's school too, as a lunchtime supervisor, so I was worried about whether she might be believed, although in the meeting with the school they asked me if I felt I needed support with the children, and I felt that actually I just needed a bit of time to settle in with new carer. Then found out it was her that reported me.
I felt really vulnerable and he sort of swept in and took that feeling away. Now I just feel stupid. Really, really stupid. I have mental health problems, and this time I am going to sort them out myself. I've managed to end up in the worst place in the world, without my children. Now I guess I've had everything stripped away completely, no home, no belongings, no health, no kids. The only way is up, all I can do is improve my life, work towards getting my children back with me, and learn how to stop being a target for controlling men (maybe that's as much my issue as it is theirs).
I don't feel very good today, I had hoped to be able to get mental health services involved immediately, but I haven't been able to communicate very well with the new doctor. I'm tired, I've slept but it was without remembering to take painkillers, so I've woken in pain. I feel like I am constantly fighting a battle with myself - I list all the things that I've done that I need to sort out and feel overwhelmed. Then I panic and can't sleep. Then I feel worse - then I list all the things again. It's not over when you leave, it's always going on and on in your head - how did I fall for that, how could I be so stupid, how could I let my kids down so much, how could I have lost everything. Bad start to the day. :(