We don't know what to do now.

We hung on and waited for this appointment, thinking at least some decision would be made. NO decisions and no options.

We have an appointment with GP on MOnday next week, with counsellor on Tuesday. Not feeling like we can hang on. Wanting to give up, retreat, stay in bed and admit defeat. Or something more dramatic, move from pinching self to something which leaves marks that might show how much it hurts inside to be us. Or just vanish, be nothing like the nothing they think we are.

Unable to cope without people telling us it will be OK and they can't do that all the time. Tired of pretnding. Tired of using everything we have to hold it together. Tired of striving, always striving to be better. Always failing to be good enough.
Caroline alice elsie shula and baby don't know where we will end up any more