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flutterbee
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Sometimes, knowing these things intellectually and believing them are two different things.
5 years ago, in my darkest months, I couldn't see the end. All I could see was darkness and an indescribable pain. I would get the kids up and off to school and go back to bed and stayed there until time to pick my daughter up from school. Friends would give me a hard time about it and my response in seriousness was, "At least I'm not dead." Because dead was what I wanted more than anything. I fantasized about it. I, too, am a fighter. That is not like me, but I didn't have any fight left at that time. So, I just existed. Literally.
Most of that time of my life is hazy and I don't have much actual memory. About a year after the darkness lifted, I found several card and board games while cleaning out easy child's closet. I didn't know we had them. My mom told me that I played those games with my kids on a regular basis while I was "sick" and that it was probably my saving grace with them. So, while I was down in the deepest despair there was still something in me that made me be there for my kids.
My kids knew there was something wrong, but they have never described it as anything other than "when you were sick, Mom".
5 years ago, in my darkest months, I couldn't see the end. All I could see was darkness and an indescribable pain. I would get the kids up and off to school and go back to bed and stayed there until time to pick my daughter up from school. Friends would give me a hard time about it and my response in seriousness was, "At least I'm not dead." Because dead was what I wanted more than anything. I fantasized about it. I, too, am a fighter. That is not like me, but I didn't have any fight left at that time. So, I just existed. Literally.
Most of that time of my life is hazy and I don't have much actual memory. About a year after the darkness lifted, I found several card and board games while cleaning out easy child's closet. I didn't know we had them. My mom told me that I played those games with my kids on a regular basis while I was "sick" and that it was probably my saving grace with them. So, while I was down in the deepest despair there was still something in me that made me be there for my kids.
My kids knew there was something wrong, but they have never described it as anything other than "when you were sick, Mom".