The bit about birth announcements doing well 
Anxiety, depression and OCD have plagued my life for as long as I can remember right from trauma in my childhood I felt I was finally on the mend till 2 family bereavements within 4 months of each... one of which was at their home in August 2017, where they passed away in the hall way early hours of the morning we saw the paramedics trying invane to save them the sounds of that night of what they did will stay with me forever, their body lay in the hall way for the next 4 hours with us metres away. Then a couple of months later another bereavement (I genuinely believe they died of a broken heart). And then stripping a house of all their possessions whilst caring for 2 small children- 1 of which has autism, my 12 year relationship at the time was failing and also the early loss of a pregnancy inbetween... I was consumed with grief and was having the darkest of thoughts... whilst waiting (still waiting I might add) for counselling.
I can’t judge her for “running” as that’s exactly what I did for a week abroad after the funerals... it was planned I didn’t just upsticks and go. I went with my mum and sister. I hated every minute and it didn’t help one single bit as your problems are always going to be there when you get back to reality.
Girls had a fantastic week with daddy filled with day trips and treats, I was utterly miserable and wanted to get home.
Do I feel any better now? No not at all!
But I look at my girls and know I have to carry on.
I take my tablets, force myself out of bed with a smile for them and no one else
Anxiety, depression and OCD have plagued my life for as long as I can remember right from trauma in my childhood I felt I was finally on the mend till 2 family bereavements within 4 months of each... one of which was at their home in August 2017, where they passed away in the hall way early hours of the morning we saw the paramedics trying invane to save them the sounds of that night of what they did will stay with me forever, their body lay in the hall way for the next 4 hours with us metres away. Then a couple of months later another bereavement (I genuinely believe they died of a broken heart). And then stripping a house of all their possessions whilst caring for 2 small children- 1 of which has autism, my 12 year relationship at the time was failing and also the early loss of a pregnancy inbetween... I was consumed with grief and was having the darkest of thoughts... whilst waiting (still waiting I might add) for counselling.
I can’t judge her for “running” as that’s exactly what I did for a week abroad after the funerals... it was planned I didn’t just upsticks and go. I went with my mum and sister. I hated every minute and it didn’t help one single bit as your problems are always going to be there when you get back to reality.
Girls had a fantastic week with daddy filled with day trips and treats, I was utterly miserable and wanted to get home.
Do I feel any better now? No not at all!
But I look at my girls and know I have to carry on.
I take my tablets, force myself out of bed with a smile for them and no one else
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