Literally. Clinging onto the edge by my fingertips right now. Am so close to falling apart completely. I don’t know how much more I can take. The depression has well and truly got me. That big black dog has bitten me once more. I feel sick to my stomach and dreading the week ahead. I hate being home on my own, feel so much safer when my husband is home. I don’t trust myself at all.
I really just cannot be arsed with anything anymore. The only thing I’m focusing on is looking after my daughter. If it weren’t for her, I’d just retreat to my bed and stay there.