I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror this evening. The sallow skin, dark circles around the eyes, the down turned mouth, but worst of all were my eyes themselves. They are so full of sadness or maybe, dare I say it, hopelessness. The two things that give me some respite are also the things that will be my undoing. Food and alcohol. My weight is increasing at an alarming rate and I can not spend an evening without a drink. I am ashamed of myself, ashamed of what I have become.
Every time we have a set back, I ask myself how much longer I can carry on. I even found my inner voice recently saying, 'get through Christmas and then you can go'. But I can't go, there are too many people who would be left behind and they would be hurting. My Husband, my Son, my Mum and Dad, maybe even my Daughter, but at the moment I think she is so lost in herself, she wouldn't notice.
From days of seeing the old Emily starting to emerge, the slope has been very slippery indeed. She has started to self harm again and she claims to have tried to hang herself in her bedroom last weekend. I say claims, because whilst she gave me a detailed account of her actions (while her grandparents were visiting) I heard no noises and there were no marks on her neck. I hate myself for thinking she is lying, but I can not see that she is telling the truth.
Once again I find myself feeling like there is an alien in my house. This is not my daughter.
Today she finally had a first visit back to mainstream school. She went with someone from the Unit and as it was a teacher training day, there were no children in school. The idea was a relaxed first visit to speak to the adults who would support her transition.
When I collected her this evening for her regular 'Wednesday night at home' I was looking forward to hearing how school had gone. I asked the question in the car. I was told she had 'freaked out' and 'had to be taken back to the unit'. I asked what could freak her out about a school with no children? Emily could not say. I asked her, "So what happens next?" Emily said she would try again and if she freaked out again that would be it, she wouldn't be going back to the school.
Whatever was left of my sanity now left me. I couldn't stop myself from shouting out how she damn well would be going back, it was a fantastic school and I had fought to get her into it. What on earth did she think were the alternatives??
When we arrived home, she went into the back room on her own, with Dvd's on the TV and her laptop for company. I spent a couple of hours in my bedroom. I noticed that my husband looked tired and unhappy and all I wanted to do was have a drink. To blot out the crap.
Emily and I have not really spoken since. She asked for, and received, a hug before going to bed and said goodnight, but that is it. I have nothing left to give. Every bit of strength I had has left me.
I am so tired and so unhappy. I want to run away and leave all this behind, but there is a little boy who still loves me. And yes, I know its likely my girl still loves me too, but right now, right at this very moment, it is incredibly difficult to love her back.
- Mum of 2, suffering my own mental health issues, I began to write this blog as a way to release feelings and emotions. At 13 my daughter was terribly bullied which has led to her having serious mental health problems of her own. She is now 16. I wanted to document our journey and hopefully be able to look back and see how far we have come.