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At the end of my rope

At the end of my rope

Hello,

I've finally decided to get back on here, I joined ages ago, but a lot has happened since then. My hubby had a fall in April and broke his ribs and fractured some vertebrae and was in hospital. He was painting at the time and fell from a ladder. He has not been the same since, he is tired all the time, in pain a lot of the time etc. I have been feeling really sorry for myself, trying to get everything done, but now I'm exhausted. My mum had a heart attack in July and luckily is still alive. My mum is 3 hours away. I went and spent 10 days with her to help out. I work part time, 3 days a week, the other 4 days I keep busy, its the only way to stop feeling sorry for myself. I really need some time for myself, but feel so selfish for feeling this way. I have nowhere to go. I feel claustrophobic at home. I'm just having a whine about life. I'm pretty sure there are other people a lot worse off than me.

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In response to: At the end of my rope

Re: At the end of my rope

Hi @Kitkatgirl it's not a whine, your feelings are very important and understandably challenged. Thank you for sharing them.

There is no shame in taking good care of yourself first when needed - you can help your hubby better when you are in a good space yourself.

Perhaps ask your GP or community health centre if there are any respite options available.

You can also discuss the issues here, or with counsellors at Beyond Blue https://www.beyondblue.org.au/get-support/talk-to-a-counsellor 1300 22 4636

In response to: At the end of my rope

Re: At the end of my rope

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” John Steinbeck

Thank you for letting us in on this hardship, it must be incredibly difficult. If it’s helps in anyway possible, I myself too have been at such a similar junction of hopelessness claustrophobia, so much that when I leave my house nowadays I have to be a completely different person, a version of myself but hurt, vulnerable and lost at times.

Coincidently, there are some days where leaving my home is easier, after the trauma and ugliness of what has been weighing almost gets light enough where I can be somewhat myself again. I can’t quite explain it, but the quote by Steinbeck I posted above is the best explanation I can provide.

Use this space, lean on friends and know help is always closer than someone could ever imagine.

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