Put like that it really does seem to make sense. I am worried about the impact of moving on our sons, they are so settled in school and have a wide circle of friends. Having caused everybody so much pain I don't want to hurt my kids any more. I thought we would heal in time. But for my partner and I it is an open wound, and if anything it is getting harder to keep going. I thought after the year of living hell with social services I would recover, to some extent. This hasn't happened. I get debilitating anxiety attacks, now more frequently than before. It's affecting my work as well as home life. I jump into a total panic if someone knocks on the door, or a car pulls up outside. My partner is insisting I try to get some therapy. I thought I would recover but I now see that she is right, and I am making her worse too. This has opened up emotions from my abuse as a child, that I have long tried to bury and forget.
I feel like I am just moaning and bleating on poor me into the void. I'm sure I must come across as self indulgent, I am sorry if I do, I really don't want to come across that way. My youngest son was born in this house..But you are right, we need to move.