And I still stared at those pills and researched how many it would take to kill me.
Turns out they can’t
So I’ll keep taking them until I no longer feel like I want to kill myself.
I’ll just be a zombie, but at least I’m alive right?
…right?
Oh to add to all that,
We have a 10 month old.
I sat on the phone with the suicide hotline for 20 minutes before I felt safe enough to bring my child inside with my broken mind
Then he wonders why I feel so fucking ignored, depressed, and unloved.
And I’m posting these here because I know he’s more likely to check his Twitter than he is to check his texts or calls
It’s bullshit that society makes me feel like I have to be a perfect mom 24/7, 365 days a year.
I’m not a perfect mom, as I type this, my baby is crying in his crib because I cannot handle him today
Gave birth 3.5 weeks ago and I am absolutely convinced that my vagina is NEVER going to not fucking hurt.
Like what the fuck is that? Gotta deal with postpartum anxiety and a fucking stinging pain in my crotch?
How do people just have motivation to clean their house everyday?
32 weeks pregnant and literally all I want to do is watch food network, cook, and not clean up after myself.