There’s nothing that I wouldn’t give to be with my late daughter... all of my future hopes, wishes and desires have now died with her. Now all I think about is how I wish I wasn’t here and how I wish I’d had a stroke and died in the delivery room in October. Yet I show up to work everyday masquerading around as if everything is fine and I’m emotionally healed. I am not. I want to die... I wish someone would murder me and take me the hell out of here. I literally do not see a point in living anymore.
Has anyone had success in stopping intrusive thoughts? If I am under stress they get worse. It was really bad a few weeks ago but is improving. I wish they woud never come back. They are like a bully in the back yard. Go away!