I don’t know how to cope. I don’t know how to keep on breathing.
I’m 45, 46 in a couple of days and mum has signed a DNR. I’m crushed. I feel like my insides are being ripped out.
I lost my dad at 34 when I was pregnant. We had a terrible relationship but got closer when my marriage broke down and I faced pregnancy alone. It was dad I spoke to in the middle of the night shivering in pain, alone and scared. I got together with my best friend 6 weeks post birth, 4 weeks after being told my dad had 2 week to live. He fought on for 9 months. By which point I was pregnant with my second. The week before my dad died, my best friend/my partner beat me with my young child in my arms and I was 17/18 weeks pregnant. My dad died a week later. I’ve carried that pain and guilt for nearly 12 years.
5 years after dad died mum got diagnosed with cancer, from the word go she was a nightmare, walking out of appointments, being obstructive, you name it. After that every year something major happened with her health. She had her second cancer removed last year, right while my relationship was breaking down. It’s been 7 years of something major happening with mums health. I am going through quite literally the most horrific, complicated, nastiest breakup and I have no-one. Dad is dead. Mum has signed a DNR and will die soon, I have 2 pre-teens that are struggling to cope with the post separation abuse and now they’re about to lose my last family member.
One child has been full on and a handful with the breakup and everyday is a battle. I can’t breathe. My job went in to administration, my eldest is refusing to go to school, the legal abuse from my ex is at boiling point and my mum is about to die.
I don’t know how I am meant to carry on and breath. I am broken. I just want this nightmare to end. I don’t know how to cope with this pain and shield my children from what I know is coming. The pain of losing one parent was unbearable, now to lose the other.
I am grieving what they both were not. They were not good parents, my dad only became good in the end. I never felt loved or wanted growing up. I feel like I’m breaking my children and am going to harm them more as they’re going to witness me when I lose my mum, and there is no one to help me stand.
I don’t know how to get through this. I’m on SSRI’s, the highest dose but right now I can’t cope and have barely coped for the past year