Not OK
I'm alternating between freaking out and numbly wishing myself dead. My marriage is at an all-time low. As my husband puts it, we're at war. He wants nothing to do with me, yet we have to coexist. My emotions are out of control -- over the weekend, I resorted back to self-harm, which I haven't done in a long time. Now I feel ashamed and disgusting.
Tonight, I get to have dinner with my parents. I don't know how I'm going to get through it. I spent the past two years in therapy, dredging up the ways in which my mother abused and neglected me. The therapy didn't help me cope with that, or move past it, but just opened up all the old wounds. My father is slowly slipping into dementia and I want to cry every time I see him.
I don't think I have the strength to keep going. I don't know why I would want to. This is my present and my future. It's all there is and all there will be. That's how I made it.
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