At the end of each day as I ready the house for the next day I feel physically, emotionally and psychologically depleted.
My husband tries to talk to me about things of little consequence, as couples do, and I can’t even muster the brain power to answer.
Often I’ll just slowly continue whatever it was that I was doing and he’ll recognise that I am spent and make himself scarce.
He tells me all the time that I’m an amazing mother and that our children are incredibly lucky to have me. Except, whenever he said this a thought would pop into my head, a thought I didn’t dare say out loud.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.
I was paying a price for how I was parenting my children. Even before this study was released – confirming that more empathetic parents can suffer health issues – I knew it to be true because I felt it, I was living it, every day.
How had I become this mother, one that immediately jumped to the worst possible outcome in every scenario my children might face? Then, from that dark place, I’d figure out ways to help them cope, just in case.