I lie about big things, small pointless things.
I can't stop
One lie has been found out and now I have no friends, DH is in the spare room probably wondering what the fuck he married.
I had a dissociative episode today and ended up In a hotel looking at all my tablets but I didn't take any, I've been hearing voices and I had a visual hallucination this morning. I ended up in A&E but they won't section me.
I can't stop crying, because I've fucked up so much and so badly. I don't know why I do it. I do have ptsd from a rape that happened when I was a teenager.
I don't think I can come back from this. I am the woman who lied so much that she fucked up her life.
I'll have no friends, no husband, and nowhere to live by the end of the week. And I don't blame them