Why do I wake up to him not being able to hold a wee .shouting at me 🤦🏻♀️
Why does it make me feel so disrespected n like I’m unworthy?
Because I gave birth 14 months ago, my bladders fucked. Yet I’m expected to get up n tend to our daughter n hold my bladder until she’s sorted. But he can’t do the same. He can’t hold a wee :/ my body and mind have been destroyed - and my partners the one who gets to act like a 5 year old.
N he’s just come in to ask me why o didn’t change her nappy whilst she was in bed last night - another jab.
I give up I do.
Genuinely -I don’t wann be alive anymore
I don’t wanna be refered for mini strokes. Can’t I just have one big one and be dead
It’ll be 4am soon. I’ve sat up rolling joints for me and my partner to try cut down our weed intake
I’ve been ok - mainly depressed I guess
Did some drawing today with the bug :)
Must have a shower soon
Will get my hair cut when covid decides to die off :/ can’t cope with long hair anymore :( feel like it gets in my way of having a shower and taking care of myself every day 🤷🏻♀️
I think that will be a turning point for me to have a shorter hair cut and dye it funky colours and be my bubbly scene kid self again.
I hate feeling like a miserable ugly fat gypsy 😔
Toying with short hair or dreads
Why am I staying up so late - I’ll be tired tomorrow. My poor baby :/
I’m here to just note and document my struggles with Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder.
Its almost a daily occurrence that I can’t cope with small daily tasks or even conversations that the average person would have no emotional connection to.
This morning for the 6th week in a row my partner decided to huff and puff n shout n get really flustered because I had asked him to see to our daughter this morning due to the fact I had a pretty heavily emotional day yesterday.
After trying to explain to him and just being spoken over I went quiet then got angry and walked out of the room to sleep on the sofa - then I went to my car and attempted to sleep in there.
Long story short eventually he did give me some space and I broke down. I’ve made a bag with a bunch of popped pills inside ready to take because I felt so suicidal and like I was a bad mum for not having the mental eneegy or the emotional well-being to get up for her this morning.
I just don’t want to be here anymore really. I feel like a waste of space.