CRASH. I feel like I’ve just fallen out of a boat and just sinking….
As expected, yesterday’s speaking out exposure has been followed by total crash.com. I can’t actually find a way of putting into words how I’m feeling, apart from wretched. I have intrusive half-second images of the children, hurt, and I can’t stand it. I can’t cope with it. And who do I call? Who can I call? Nobody.
As if I needed any more reason to feel hideous about the fact I’m here and they’re not. Apparently my head wants to keep reminding me of this. Constantly.
Meanwhile, my energy has gone. Either grief or guilt seems to have sucked it out of me overnight. I’m just sitting here and I so desperately want to curl up under this table I’m sat at, hug myself tightly, and never be found again. Just left in my corner. In my safe little cocoon.
Fight running out.
I want the children with me. Why aren’t they here. Why am I here and they’re not.
Fuck it all.