I told my husband tonight, that if it wasn’t for our children, I wouldn’t be here.
I want to die. I want to go to sleep and never wake up, and stop all the pain, the memories and the fear that I can’t cope with.
I day dream about dying every day.
I used to do this a long time ago, as a coping strategy.
It’s suicide ideation and I know that.
I can’t do this anymore.
I’ve tried to reach out to a few people in the last week, each of which said they cared, and then become absent, when you need them the most. Continue reading