Today I had family leave. Today was the day to rip off the band aid and return home. Back to the sitting room and kitchen where around 6 weeks ago, I sat and wrote a suicide note, left out bowels of food and water for my dog, and consumed several packets of sleeping tablets. I knew it would be difficult.
It felt odd being back there. I was calm whilst there, made small talk with OH, drank tea, put the telly on and petted my dog. I held back my emotions whilst with OH but now that I’ve returned to the sanctuary of the ward, I’m struggling to process it all.
I can remember that day, and now, on one hand I feel tremedous guilt for almost putting OH and little man through all that, and on the other hand returning to some sort off normal life seems like an unsomountable mountain.
We face timed with litttle man whilst I was there and Granny has had his hair cut. He looks completely different; all grown up. I feel like I’m missing it all and there’s that terrible mother shame again. I also feel like our bond may be irreparable. I do love him though. I just want the best for him and I don’t think having me as a mother is best.
I’ve put them all through so much already that I feel like a huge burden and It would be easier for everyone if I wasn’t around. I can tell OH is stressed. Indeed I can tell both of our families are stressed, and it’s all my fault.
I’ve asked for PRN, and I’ve calmed alittle.
I guess tomorrow is another day, and I see my physcologist tomorrow.