If you’ve read my last posts, you’d know that life is beating me to the ground right now. I’ve been in hospital three times the past week, and the distress I’ve felt this week has been some of the worst distress I’ve felt in my entire life. I am now on an NDIS-funded respite, which is meant to give me some space and time out from everything.

Today I just kind of crashed. I’ve been so worn out, and have spent most of the day in bed with my phone off and the curtains drawn. I just wanted to be left alone. Then about an hour ago, as the sun began to set, someone started banging on my door. I didn’t know who is was and it scared me. I finally managed to drag myself out of bed and saw through the stained glass window that it was my mum. I opened the door. I was a bit shocked to see her. Continue reading “Toxic mothers and being suffocated” →