Sat-21-02-2015, 00:05 AM
(This post was last modified: Sat-21-02-2015, 00:10 AM by Brighteyes.)
There have been times in my deepest, darkest past when I have self medicated on alcohol and even contemplated suicide.
In my own case, psoriasis and the associated constant pain stripped away my hope, dignity and life. I can never forget the day when my son managed to put his elbow through a window pane during a game of hide and seek with his siblings. He was screaming upstairs and I could not walk so I had to crawl inch by inch to get to him.
This came only a week after my 7 year old daughter ( on a visitation weekend ) had fallen up the stairs and cut her lip.
Luckily my sons cut, though bleeding profusely, was not serious but what the whole situation took from me was more than energy. I sank into serious depression, believing that I was no longer capable of looking after my own children, I couldn't keep them safe and I remember begging my O/H to leave me and take our son with him.
He refused and thank god he did because I truly believe I would have had no excuse not to carry on.
In my own case, psoriasis and the associated constant pain stripped away my hope, dignity and life. I can never forget the day when my son managed to put his elbow through a window pane during a game of hide and seek with his siblings. He was screaming upstairs and I could not walk so I had to crawl inch by inch to get to him.
This came only a week after my 7 year old daughter ( on a visitation weekend ) had fallen up the stairs and cut her lip.
Luckily my sons cut, though bleeding profusely, was not serious but what the whole situation took from me was more than energy. I sank into serious depression, believing that I was no longer capable of looking after my own children, I couldn't keep them safe and I remember begging my O/H to leave me and take our son with him.
He refused and thank god he did because I truly believe I would have had no excuse not to carry on.