Everything he says is what triggers me. He finally came in the bedroom and asked me about eating. I told him he should go to the store and get groceries. He came back and made me a sandwich. I thanked him. He is kind.

Body aches, stomach in knots, down mood. I'm 'sick'.

I'm not getting out of bed. My son knows I'm depressed. He knows what happened with my mother. He said "Don't let it bother you, she's just a crazy old lady".

He asked me if we're doing anything today. I said he could do something with his dad or he could phone a friend.

Let's see what they do.

I don't care what anyone thinks of me anymore. I feel trapped inside my body and just want to disappear.

It was nice of him to feed me. I do appreciate it. I wish he connected with me, though. Why couldn't he make me feel physically good this morning? Instead he did nothing, as usual. My soul aches.