Originally posted 21 October 2019
Sometimes I’m scared to be alone, especially at night, because that’s when I feel the most vulnerable, and start questioning whether it’s worth it to persevere. My husband takes my daughter to sport a lot in the evenings, but I haven’t yet plucked up the courage to say they might not want to leave me alone. These are the nights I’m grateful for you guys. 
Reading what I wrote is uncomfortable
I’m sure it’s uncomfortable for some readers too. I remember this feeling, and it was more like “Everything sucks, I want to scream, I don’t want this to be my life”. But then I wrote what I wrote, and I guess it gets the point across. It just feels very restrained for how I was actually feeling at the time.
