If I had to sum up how I feel in one word, it would probably be overwhelmed.
I feel overwhelmed by the unrelenting responsibility for having to look after myself. I left home at age 13 (I was taken into care and lived in children's homes because I had been battered by my father) and I'm now 42, nearly 43.
I feel as though I've had a full-time job, for nearly 30 years, and I've been doing it 24/7 and I haven't ever had a day off or a holiday. Even when I lived with a boyfriend, I never really felt taken care of, it was more like I was taking care of them.
Sometimes, I'd really love to be just swept off my feet by a 'real man', someone responsible and practical who solves problems and takes care of things. I'd love for someone else to say 'Don't worry about that, dear, I'll take care of it' or 'You seem to be struggling, is there anything I can do for you, anything I can help with?'
I'd love not to feel so burdened with responsibility for absolutely everything. I'd like a day off every now again. I'd like a holiday from being me. I'd like to go and spend a fortnight on a beach and come back and find that in my absence someone had organised my finances and paid the bills, dealt with the builders and sorted out the roof repairs, contacting the housing association and processed a compensation claim for the damage caused by the roof leak, called in the painters and decorators and had the work done.
I'd like not to feel so alone, to feel as though it wasn't me v the world and I had to deal with everyone and everything.
I feel like I need a break. But overwhelmed because realistically speaking I know I'm not going to get one, and it's like I'm on a treadmill that's going slightly too fast for me, but it won't stop or slow down and I can't get off. And it's relentless and overwhelming and I just despair so much that things are never going to get any better, I can't see any light at the end of the tunnel.