I've finally managed to reach out and let my husband know I'm needing help. Days of standing or sitting there, words clawing at my throat, cutting my vocal chords and tongue to pieces, unable to pass my lips.
It's unbelievable how a lack of expression can feel so much like suffocation.
And how finally managing to find a way to express yourself is so freeing.
I sat in the car park and cried after sending this. And the tears weren't because I was upset, it was because I finally felt like I could move forward.