Nor do I know what to type here. Blogging is usually cathartic, but when I can’t find the words, it frustrates me.
Today, I’ve shipped little man off to nursery, and I’ve returned to bed. Today I’ve binged and burned. Today I’m feeling weak and hopeless.
Today I want to die. I don’t have any strength left, and I’m missing L. She just somehow always managed to soothe me.
I need her back. I can’t bring myself to call my newest CPN for help.
And anyway, I’m beyond help.