Do you have any idea how abandoned the little parts are feeling because you won’t see them? The absolute agony of it. I hate them and I hate it and I just want it to go away. I don’t want to hear them screaming for mummy, she was never there, will never be there and they should shut the **** up. I wish I’d never come to ****ing therapy. I don’t need this ****. I’m suppose to be a mother myself not this complete ****ing mess. I don’t know what to do, I can’t come back.