The dark is back. I've started writing again as all the memories are jumbled in my head. I seem to keep fighting to have a normal life & try to be happy for the children as i am determined to break this cycle. The kids are all fab. I look at them & am delighted at the decision that was made to move. They are all so happy which does give me some form of comfort that i was able to do that for them.
I just wonder why there is no support network for me. I wonder am i reaching to the wrong places? or do they just not want to know?...
I thought we all mattered.
The darkness is the worst of all the trauma as it saps your energy, your hopes everything. I am trying so hard. I don't want pity I want help to fix what they broke.